Even though Larry came through in the morning, during the cyclone it

was as dark as late evening. And it is true that cyclones are noisy, the

sound was like a train rushing towards you.

Larry was selective. Some areas were hardly touched, while others were

flattened. We were very lucky - Larry went down our creek gully and over

our roof, yet was very destructive to our near neighbours.

Somewhere, under this big child's game of pick-up-sticks, there is a

spring-fed creek which is our source of water --- We can all hear it,

now all we have to do is find it under the debris.

I'll get by with a little help from my friends ---- Bella the kind little

white dog and Bill the Maine Coon cat decide to help their humans

by strolling along the fallen pines to join in the search for the creek.

As well as the incredible relief when the noise stopped and we were

all still alive, the main sensation after the cyclone passed was the

incredible fresh smell of the bush. I have never smelled the bush so

strongly nor so sweet.

And amongst all the destruction, this little glider was found among

fallen trees by Shire Council workers and given to the local

wildlife sanctuary to raise.