A coincidence occured last week that still has me thinking ‘what are the chances?’. I was travelling with my Dad up to Marree for a helicopter flight over lake Eyre and on the way home we stopped at a ghost town for a billy and to shoot some of the ruins. I was walking back to the car before heading back for another compostion (as per this post). This probably took an extra 3 minutes. On the way out of the ruins we come to a fork in the road where I noticed a 4wd pulling up for us to come through, it looked familiar for some reason……….and so did the driver. ‘Get f%^&%$’ was my comment to my dad ‘it’s Tony Middleton’. 1600km from home in the bloody desert, in a bloody ghost town, a familar face, bugger me. It was almost 1 year since my Dad and I met Tony stranded up at Wallaces Hut in the snow with a flat battery. Just goes to show that it is a small world. Good to see you again Tone.