"Next morning Frank drove Buckley in to town in his old Ute. Buckley, of course, being so large, had to sit in the back. The ute was small compared to Buckley so he had to sit cross legged; but all was good. This was new to him as he had never been in a motor vehicle before. He marvelled at how fast it travelled compared to a horse and cart, and enjoyed the wind blowing though his hair, and the smell of nature all around. Before they left home Frank had reminded Buckley not to frighten anyone in the town as, to them, he was just a myth and a statue in the park. “Perhaps it’s time to say g’day then,” Buckley thought to himself".

Buckley's Return