Death in Brunswick

Returning from Margaret River the other day — and doing as much Bunbury Avoidance as possible — found myself in Brunswick Junction. Things go wrong there. Last time, the car window stuck open and, these days, there’s no manual over-ride. Out of BJ and all was fine.

This time, the door of the ute wouldn’t open with the remote. The knob popped up half way ... but no further. Out of BJ and all was fine.

It’s the SW’s answer to the Bermuda Triangle. And ... what does this have to do with it all ... apart from being the gold medallist in the Best-Uses-For-A-Used-Gas-Cylinder Contest? Answer tomorrow.