My summer holiday of F’ s: continued ….Part 3

Floods 

Furious floods, flash floods, unrelenting floods ……….every where.

One of our nation's beloved poems by Dorethy MacKellar has temporarily lost its appeal.

…………..       I love a sunburnt country,


A land of sweeping plains,


Of ragged mountain ranges,


Of droughts and flooding rains.


I love her far horizons,


I love her jewel-sea,


Her beauty and her terror -
                  (a bloody understatement)

The wide brown land for me!   ………… 

Dorothea Mackellar
(1885 - 1968)


To be continued……………..Part 4

Hughes Creek in flood, Avenel
This is the bridge from which Ned Kelly jumped to save a fellow school mate from drowning