So, while I try hard to share the warm fuzzy feelings that many Mullum cul-de-sac and short-road residents must be feeling by getting yet another shiny asphalt fix up of their street. It really hits hard for those of us living in Upper Main Arm.
Our roads, creeks and embankments have been both a physical and mental health hazard since February 2022. Is it too much to expect, at the very least, a fortnightly pothole fix, while we wait around for any long-term improvements?
Yesterday I rescued a Queensland family of four, their dog and their sparkling eight-seater SUV that was bigger than our spare room, who had been missing for two days after slipping into one of the potholes just down from Motts Road. They headed home with smiles on their faces and a Main Arm Store tea towel souvenir.
The conditions right now are atrocious, and while it’s nice to see an army of scruffy paid-in-full, fluoro-clad older gentlemen with beards, who can still afford to buy cigarettes, along with battalions of heavy sand-and-rubble-filled vehicles chugging back and forth up our valley – nothing actually ever seems to get fixed.
It’s a conspiracy I tell ya!