I THINK it good that the onset of tourism to our “pretty little region” hasn’t diminished a lot of the good old-fashioned values.
Years ago I had a collision with a huge wallaroo jumping into the headlights of my then-boyfriend’s motorbike which I was riding with my boyfriend on the back.
As a consequence of injuries I received, both of my ankles are painful to walk on, especially when going uphill and especially collecting my mother’s rubbish bins to take to the nearest road for collection.
So then “St Christopher” springs into action - otherwise known as Christopher Dwyer who lives in a house below mum.
This lad must have the greatest sense of compassion as it’s always no trouble whatsoever to take these bins down the road for us.