The ground crackled with purple and pink gum leaves underfoot just the thing to fire Dylan’s bushman’s stove. He has become quite the expert  at making bush teas and after a hot cup we decided to hit the road. After frequent wildflower stop offs  we decided we better  get going if we were going to see Fryerstown by sunset. However a little prickly fellow  had other ideas and stopped us in our tracks by making a delightful but slow waddle across the road in front of the car. He then tried his best to camouflage himself as a spiky ball that just happened to be sitting on the side of the road, tucking his little snout out of sight. We decided it would be best to leave him alone as he obviously wanted nothing to do with us, and preferred us to move along, and the sooner the better if you please.