Every couple of weeks I have to walk into the bush and service this emergency water supply.
By emergency I mean straight out of a Taurarua stream, into the pipe and give it a shot of chlorine gas. I had to run a town on this for a couple of month this summer, due to the hi-tech wonderplant being SNAFU.
The Minchin Biv- next on up the line from the Poulter Trust Hut.
In my day it didn't get a lot of visitors- the hut book showed an average of six per year. It's small, but was very welcome to be back in'82, when I spent four days there after the rivers flooded. I spent most of the time pacing up & down 300 meters of riverbank, between two streams, to keep the sandflies off.
The boulders I could hear rumbling down the rivers & streams were saying ' Don't Cross!"
A collection of photos taken at locations off the beaten track, mostly of places I travel through on the job.
This Blog is dedicated to all of those who work outside all hours, in all kinds of weather, to keep this country running.
And in memorial to one of those fine men Dodderyoldfart, AKA Simon, who gave me the idea for this site.
Pollitically Incorrect and friggin' proud of it! I decide who I like and don't like, not some sniviling govamint grey-shoes wearer!
I like red meat, black beer and big pistols. Jack of all trades and an author who has actually written and sold a few books-all without any kind of a grant or taxpayer-funded handout! Joined the Army to shoot people and blow shit up- they wouldn't let us, so now I write yarns about that sort of thing.