Fitzroy; Spanish coin, 10:30am 9th Jan

As a child I stayed in a little house in Fitzroy settlement. I played on the wool bales in the shearing shed, terrified my Mum by crossing the bridge unsupervised on a regular basis, tempting fate by standing as colse to the edge as I could... but when I came back to 're-place' my childhood memories, the bridge didn't seem so huge, or so fascinating with a fence pulled across and its 'out of bounds' sign.

It was strange to go back to a place of so many memories to see it looking the same... but older... tired.