This raging torrent is labelled on the maps as ‘Blackus Creek’. It runs right through the middle of the farm, below the main road.

As kids we used to run ‘boats’ down here. I remember spending hours following the run down toward the Huon River. My younger brother nearly drowned in it once.

Hard to believe, looking at the turf that used to be underwater year-round. Until about ten years ago, when it started running dry for a week or so in the height of summer. And then a month. And now here we are at the end of April, heading into the last month of Autumn, and it’s still dry.