The pile is slowly getting smaller then someone says, "hey there's a car under here" .. we all just stop, and look at each other as if to say, who's going to check it? The young guy, maybe 20yo was close and climbs up to look in through the smashed windscreen with the tree branch through it, no sign of anyone, thank god, we are all relieved. We keep pulling tin away til we can get to the car a bit better. The young guy reaches in and pulls the keys from the ignition and holds them up in the air saying "found the keys, lets see if it will start" in a joking way, i don't think he realised what the keys being in the ignition could mean... I hope he never does to be honest. The SES are due later today and Steve plans on telling them about the car then.
I walk up to a big twisted pile of sheet metal that's wrapped around a tree and start pulling stuff up from the banks, it was about my second or third trip down that I realised that pile of twisted sheet metal was actually a large truck.... barely recognizable...
We find a horse that didn't make it. It isn't one of the one's Steve is missing... we move to a different area.
Two guys walk over the paddock, they seemed like locals, walking slowly, exhausted mentally and physically, but still kicking. They yell out to Steve and he smiles, I guess he does know them. They say g'day, and Steve says "like what I've done with the place? " we laugh again.
Every time it rains, it all comes back.