Old Ned lived on the edge of town in a run-down old shack. How he survived the summers and winters was beyond me, as his abode must have been stinking hot in summer and freezing cold in winter.
Ever since I was a kid, Ned had looked the same. A timeless character happy to exist in his world and seemingly preserved against the fortunes of nature that came his way.
One year a bushfire ravaged the countryside and Ned had to be rescued and coaxed out of his place, as he was adamant he would be spared the flames.
The next day they took him back to the smouldering ruin of what was once his hut. Ned shrugged and immediately started to assemble what he could to re-build and live once again as he always had.
“People expect me to be here,” he explained, “I’m a landmark you know.”
And so within a few weeks, his shack was where it had always been, a tad scorched, but Ned was happy and ready to carry on in his own timeless fashion.