An eerie silence was being carried across the valley on the backs of grey charred looms of smoke. Red diesel tankers skirted over the bows of these burnt Killmore hills. The drought was over and the time for rebirth had arrived, only 1,517 kilometres remained.
A bushfire, milk bar robbery and local pub being gutterd by fire were the dramatic events that I witnessed on my journey up the Newell highway. They became a clear indication of the wealth for news that surrounded me and the possibilities that exist through the door that is Jschool.
Open the door….