We were driving when Crisp, my aged travelling companion, leapt from her seat to urge me to stop.
“Look,” she said, “over there, doesn’t that look like Bunyip Gully back home?”
I agreed, and so we stopped which was a welcome relief as the thought of another church inspection was getting to be too much.
Crisp bounded out of the car camera in hand and started snapping away. She was quite excited about the spot we had found and insisted we get out our picnic gear and have our morning tea beside the pond.
Minutes later we were sipping our tea, and at the same moment, the bugs who inhabited the pond found us. No amount of waving of arms and insect repellent seemed to deter them.
Back in the car, Crisp made the comment the pond was very much like Bunyip Gully, with just as many bugs.