Wednesday 12th.
Well, Dahlings, my poor Sister River did her best, her Soft Bottom swallowed up slice after slice, hundreds of tonnes after hundreds of tonnes. At one stage construction had to stop for three days to “let things settle”. Three more valuable days for the waters of the Finniss to stream through the last little narrow gap into the Lake. The force of the flow ripped apart and carried with it the plastic barrier erected to the West. Pelicans fished where the churn of white flecked water meet the still. Rory and I cheered.
But in the end, my Sister River’s Soft Bottom was no match for the relentless conveyor belt of trucks and dirt coming and coming and coming.
Today, The Wall reached the Clayton shore.
I can’t bring myself to say cheers this time M’dears. Its more like:
Tears, M’dears
Po’
