It was like a pilgrimage. With my German shepherd Major on his halter-lead, I headed off along the Maranoa River.
The river red gums were bathed in late afternoon sunshine; 'my' mulberry tree growing beside the bridge was in full leaf; the murals painted on the concrete pylons look surprisingly good considering they've suffered flood waters over the summer period. People were fishing and a few kids were catching yabbies.
In the hush of evening the water looked mirror-like, crisscrossed with reflections of river red gums.
Yes, it's great to be back home in Mitchell.