4 May, 2026 06:40

4 AM wake up, no trucks during the night. Not in sight or sound of the obnoxious pestilent arsehole. Makes a difference when stuck in a car with limited locations to stay, considering the community and rangers (although they’re not obvious in very ugly messy Moruya).

So thankfully I feel better, and it’s quite warm and very lovely. That’s a near-full moon over the river.

8.05 AM

Lovely plays of light, one shot selected. Had spots of rain last night, and possibly more today. Rainclouds come and go.

Not sure what to do today. Always paintings to work on, but could get wet after setting up. Might go to town.

7.06 PM

At the truck stop at Waldrens. Arsehole is ensconced and ruined the good section. There he is, like a true cunt, in the prime spot. Fucked it for people in the whole place. I’ve moved out.

To town earlier. Shower in the stupid pavillion. Metal sharp fitting jammed into my kidneys.

To service nsw for an eyesight report for later. Once again bad service, fucked it up.

Then washed the car and a chat afterwards with MH. So got here late.

Very angry about the arsehole.

Very upset about my life being at the mercy, so easily, of wrongdoers while I make pains to do the right thing.

I’m thinking of having a word with him.

10 PM approx

I slept and pre-heard the truck arrive, that sense that you’re awake but could also have been asleep, to hear noise. This thing:

I thought it was 4 AM. I’d been asleep an hour. He ran his engine for a while, stopped it, and I heard nothing until 4.20 when I stayed awake and left with the truck still silent.

Tuesday 5th May 2026 Forced Out

Before leaving I drove around to the nice quiet grass area where the cunt was, and no one else.

Words insert here.

Then to the quarry, for this:

But I can’t go back to Waldrens. If he’s there it’s a very bad sign – he looks like he’s going to be permanent, complete painful blight – and I am vulnerable if I go back.

So very depressed.

Anyway, here I am now at Bodalla SF and trying to get over the impact of an extremely obnoxious arsehole attitude that had/has moved in to the only place with a faint echo of home, for me.

But I have no home, of course.

And it’s very hard, sometimes, and getting harder and more often felt.

1.41 PM

As I wrote the above, a bloke walked out of the bushes with a white dog. They both looked like the arsehole who lived here permanently and frightened C, who felt like calling the police. The dog fights other dogs, too. The bloke got kicked out. Might now be in the bush outside of Forestry jurisdiction. Volatile character.

Just what I fucking need.

I’m exhausted, dead tired and finished.

3.38 PM

Slept. Disoriented. Coffee. Wish I was dead, as I wish every day.

The above latter part posted Tuesday 5th May 2026