At the bridge of the failed painter, I stoop and check the sagging timbers before placing one foot, then the other, on this sorry decrepitude. It cracks and pops like a first fleet ship, but the sounds are not ominous; more the rattled wheezing of an invalid friend. I proceed with care,sucking the thumb pricked on its splintery balustrade. Ahead, lies the gate and welltrod path and, branching like spider veins, the merest hints of tracks―overgrown, leading to a wilderness filled with possibilities. I stand and consider. Buttoning my duffel coat—a veteran of the moth wars, I step off the path, and into the weeds.
©L.M.Noonan
Living in Peachester has always been a bit like living at the edge of the world. If you imagine the rest of the world as Jupiter, we’d be a little broken bit of some tiny asteroid—not even a moon; caught in its magnetosphere. The off world experience of being a resident of the Peachester range has recently intensified. The seemingly never ending ‘wet’ that we’ve been in the grip of has literally cut the road. We are kind of marooned, initially council said that it could take to 3 months to fix however they’ve since revised that down to 3-4 weeks! One of the forty bends no longer exists and it now takes an hour and a half each way for my two youngest sons to reach high school. The bus company is fuming and I feel very sorry for those who must commute to the coast or Brisbane for work. As for Fong and I, we were never more glad to be free of the 9-5 workday and place tyranny. 
That doesn’t mean we never leave home. No in fact we are doing a little more travelling than usual in our roles as roadies and support team for Sebastian’s band ‘TheSeizures’.
Last Saturday they were interviewed by Brisbane’s 4zzz and afterwards played a set at a punk concert and a week before that they were the support band for a well known Melbourne band at Rosies in the city.
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