The End Of The Line (Rock Bottom)

When a man drives an hour to Braidwood over the worst pot holed and dead wombat coated HW in the world to buy a loaf of the worlds best Sour Dough bread and to have a latte rather than of a cup of billy tea, instead of to pan for gold in the nearby creeks then he knows he has hit Rock Bottom. The light at the end of the tunnel has gone out.

I know that feeling Adrian, going on holidays with the family or a Sunday drive with the loved one.
Cruising past area's that produced good gold and not stopping for a detect can be painful.
A man's gotta do what man's gotta do ,Take it on the chin Adrian
ps, hope the cooooofee was good




cheers moredeep

Just remember, the light at the end of the tunnel isn't necessarily that of an oncoming train

With my luck it is probably three diesels in tandem flat chat!

What do you mean you've hit rock bottom Adrian. Just the drive up there for such goods, tells me there's plenty of life still left in that old boiler. Surely that tasty sourdough bread made up for it

Kon  

I guess it is the best Sour Dough on the planet....Better than sour grapes aye.