I've been out in the bush... with limited [!!!] internet connection.
You know you are in the bush when there is roo poo on your 'lawn' and frogs in the loo.
You know you're in the bush when the road [gravel, of course] you're driving on passes through properties and livestock have right of way; and you know you are really in the bush when grids have not replaced the heavy battered gates half off their hinges you have to open [and then close].
You know you're in the bush when the road [gravel, of course] you're driving on passes through properties and livestock have right of way; and you know you are really in the bush when grids have not replaced the heavy battered gates half off their hinges you have to open [and then close].
You know you are in the bush when you come across a grass tree grove.
And you know you're in the bush when you can add a 'new' bird to your photographic aviary.
I said to some kids in Bingara Central School, "City people just haven't got a clue about what it's like to live in the bush!" Don't know why I had to say it. But it really is true... more's the pity.