In Doing the Pioneering Thing, I spoke about being left on the side of the road to look after an open trailer of our belongings while Greg took our then only car to go and collect the caravan we would use as an office (computers being more vulnerable to the weather, they got the caravan, we got the tent). 

This is the road where Greg left me (our land is to the right), and it was down there I saw the dingoes moving in as it got dusk. I had nowhere to retreat to, but fortunately, the pack sensed me and disappeared into the trees on the opposite side of the road and continued their journey by going around me.

The problem was that Greg got delayed taking a wrong turn somewhere so it wasn’t until well after dark that he turned up. What a welcome sight his car headlights were! Until that moment, though, things were just looking worse. Totally unprepared for nightfall, I had no light with me, no torch, not even any matches, and I can tell you, one of the things most easily forgotten when you live in a city, or even suburbia, is just how dark it gets in the country when the sun goes down.

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