We are driving home from Port Douglas. We’ve spent a lovely afternoon doodling around town, stopping to fish at a river on the way home. As the sun set and the mosquitoes came out, we made our way home. What a lovely day.
We are driving on the winding road from Port Douglas to Cairns. Around a corner comes a camper van. It’s on the wrong side of the road and grows massive as its headlights are heading straight for us. Panic hits us, Mr Husband flashes the headlights, beeps the horn and heads for the bushes while I start to scream. At the very last second the monster camper flies to the side of us, blaring, and we are safe in the gutter.
It has been a long time since I felt this alive.