Hillbillies

The mountains are a little bit off of the radar around here. You get lovely little towns like Dorrigo, where they have little cafe shops with old motorbikes as showpieces and Glen Miller playing in the background, but head inland and the grass chewing unemployable hillbillies drive around in unregistered cars.

We visited the sawmill of a relative. Built illegally it hasn’t been ripped down as it employs eight people. Getting eight people into employment around here is hard enough, so the authorities turn a blind eye and the wood gets sawn.

The mountains themselves are lovely. Misty waterfalls and tree clad slopes reach into the sky.