And a year later, it's just the cold that's relevant. The once-new boots are worn and ragged from constant use, fossicking is on hold and the bikes are safely stored away. Bleakness continues in Weldborough: local rivers are swollen after five days of persistent rain, the ground is soggy and darkness descends at 5pm. Ben's at home in Melbourne, still unwell and wants to return to Tas because he misses the dog. We're unsure if that would be a good idea or not. When in hospital, all we wanted was to get him out. And now, finding the situation difficult to manage, hospital may be a better option so that he’s safe, being cared for by people who, we hope, know what they’re doing and taking medicine which, we hope, will help.
Outside the front window, through a curtain of rain, I see the characteristic tail-up arched-back outline of an ever-fattening yellow labrador making a deposit in the front yard. Better go and poop scoop before she tries to eat it. Dogs are so disgusting! She'll have a change of scenery and some like-minded company when she goes to the kennels tomorrow.
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