The Tree Monster
The entrance to the main road from the farm cottage is 1/2 a kilometre away but the sound of a truck with the brakes biting in to pull up a weighty load manage to wake me up with a “What the fuck!” Response. Looking out the bedroom window of our cosy motorhome only to see a behemoth of a truck with orange lights flashing and a trail of support vehicles stopped at the entry gate analysing the width and outlay of the drive before continuing. Curiosity got me out of my cosy bed to watch the unit travel down the driveway. Jude identified the itemRead More →






