‘Good God, how on earth did we get here? Oh my head! Do we have any water?’ I helped him to his feet and led him through the paperbarks to the pool. He was putrid and very embarrassed.
‘I am so sorry my dear girl, I have honestly never felt worse, that damned drink, serve me right. I don’t remember riding in, what a pretty place this is.’ With that, he plunged in fully clothed and for the remainder of his life, that rock pool became our favourite place. There was plenty of bush tucker about, and I watched over him until he was calm. However, he and his clothes desperately needed a wash.
‘Fritz, take them off, they are putrid.’ He dithered coyly about, for I had forgotten about the great white modesty, and so I washed his clothes as best I could and draped them in the sun to dry. Then I t
