By this point I was thinking we'd be making our way home rest area by rest area, but Madam wasn't needing a break at Francis Creek, so we continued on. By the time we'd reached Rollingstone she reckoned she did, but local knowledge from Hughesy's teenage years meant I could point us to Bluewater, where the shady spot was found and a good hour's break ensued.
We could, I guess, have passed through Townsville, stopping to pick up a resupply of cat tucker at The Domain, but opted instead to turn off at Shaw's Road and take the Ring Road, which immediately became the default option when a stop in Townsville on the way to or from points further north wasn't required.
From there, two and a bit hours got us safely to Bowen, where we weren't too concerned by the presence of two out of three furry felines since the other was fond of nearby drains and would probably be back around supper time.
That theory was shot down in flames shortly thereafter when the neighbour with whom we share the cat quotient and had been feeding them while we were away arrived to let us know that TeeTee was missing, had been for close to a fortnight, and had apparently (aural evidence only, nothing physical) been involved in a disagreement with a wandering dog.
And, after an interval of more than a month there's no sign of him, so we presume the worst… Japan 2013
Vale Tawny Tigger...