Little town with big heart
WHEN I first set off on the drive to Monto, I wondered if there would be enough to write about in a town of only 2500 people.
But although it’s small and isolated, Monto is the type of place where the people you meet mean you could never get bored and there is never enough time to write all the stories out there.
I could fill a whole paper with the stories a couple of you tell me every week.
A year earlier, I would have never imagined clambering through railway tunnels, while batting bats away with my notebook, or getting up one day to find my town totally surrounded by water.
And where else but Monto could you expect to find a man who pulls a dingo carcass out of his back freezer for a photograph, or meet a man who walked twice across Australia to get to Mungungo, and where even the robbers write sorry notes?
From the day I got here, when the ladies at the bowls club made me a cup of tea and told me that doing a story about the Mt Perry Rd would be a good place to start, getting to know this little community has been fantastic.
Monto holds some of the most passionate and caring people I’ve ever met and I want to thank you all for sharing your stories with me.
Cheers for calling in to the office to say hi and having me round to tea and even mowing my lawn on more than one occasion.
So goodbye for now, but I’m sure I’ll see you all again soon.