stating she ’ d would be staying in an abandoned hut . I wasn ’ t disappointed , it was indeed a hut , amongst the bushland , overlooking a beautiful valley that belonged to a farm .
A warm , generous hug had greeted me . It was genuine and heart felt , something I soon discovered was the essence of Roz . It wasn ’ t forced or awkward , it was as if we ’ d known each other for years .
“ Come and look at my home ,” Roz beckoned me toward the hut , something that looked as if it had been built in the 1960s . I looked around at the surprisingly comfortable construction , fibro , perhaps even asbestos , it didn ’ t matter , it was shelter .
“ I shared it last night with a rat ,” Roz grinned . “ I dragged a mattress off the bed and slept on the floor , it was bloody comfortable .”
Immediately it became apparent that this rider was
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