Well, I found out what the 3rd D was - it was no drugs! It should have been an ideal lifestyle except somewhere along the way disease got in the way and the whole lot of buildings were removed along with the people.
An apology to the old codger too; I found out later I didn't follow his trail, he doubled back early in the piece, so stuffed if I know who or what I was following. Still shows you though, don't follow old blokes on bikes as they can be very tricky and cover their tracks by doubling back!
Oh, did I tell you I eventually found the other trail this afternoon and after following it the full way around found more history about the place. It was used as a mediation place for a Buddhist, who came here to get away from the monsoon in Thailand; it had a school with 10 students at one time and the children who grew up on the peninsula had a play-filled, wonderful upbringing with an adult at the ready to make billy-karts, go crabbing or explore the peninsula as they wished.
There is an enormous Turat tree here which the Swiss Family Robinson would find an awesome home as it has limbs in every direction and extremely high as well. Cubby houses would have been many and every limb would have had it's own set of flats I reckon.
Tonight we sat around the campfire eating our camp-oven stew. Bec made some damper ( very yum) and it was all finished off with philosophical discussion on many and varied topics. One for you at home - who has influenced you in your life and how?
Oh hark, what is that calling - only the damn dishes again. Bye!
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