The other broken mount was expensive so I just patched it back into half decency with an old exhaust mount donut that I'd found on the road a few years ago.
In Daraga, Philippines I did get a couple of store bought buzz cuts though but they were only 40 Peso ($1) in a lovely air conditioned barbershop, plainer places offer lower prices but P40 was low enough not to alarm Jimmy.
I bought my current set of home clippers at least a decade ago for $10 and they're still going as well as when new, the trick is to put a few drops of oil on the blades every time you use them. The replacement unused set I bought at the same time when they were on special now look very old in its packaging.
I'll leave things to dry out a bit now and hope the battery can hold a charge.
The water was down to only a bit over my knees, so because I don't own any shorts made in the hideous current fashion for near ankle length I was able to do a bit while keeping my shorts dry.
Our front stairs near the peak level, we actually become prisoners when it floods.
Somewhere up there Cubby should be sitting high and dry.
They should consider moving the fishing rod holders too before they get pinched, 30 years ago the law forbid them being mounted protruding forward of bullbars etc. It was pretty well a usual knee jerk reaction rule due to them ripping people apart when struck, but at least it makes some sense.
A narrow depth of field is an inherent flaw of large sensor cameras that peer marketing has currently overturned into a desirable feature.
The water level is now almost too high for me to drive Cubby to higher ground.
While I was down south waiting for the time to pick up lovely Olivia I made a nostalgic visit to the old Hornibrook Highway, in my younger days the bridge here was used to visit the refreshingly relaxing Redcliffe where my grandparents lived, now Redcliffe is serviced by two new bridges built 30 years apart.
The Hornibrook highway was a ~2.7 km bridge built in the depression years as a toll bridge and I have memories of it having rather a roller coaster bumpy ride. When the first replacement was built in the late 1970s the old bridge was closed, supposedly to refurbish for further use but that never happened due I suspect to its condition as it soon fell into ruin.
Nowadays nearly all of the old bridge has been removed, leaving just a bit of structure on the Redcliffe end, and the archway visible in this photo on the southern end.
What does make a pleasant change is a new structure built off the side of the old bridge for people to fish from, and even includes fish cleaning tables shown here, this makes a huge change from the usual placing of no-fishing signs posted wherever a potential fishing site is spotted. Actually the last fish I ever caught was from this bridge in about 1979, shortly after it was closed. I haven't fished since then and don't intend to any more, preferring to take photos and write tales about them as a pastime.