Another shrunken voodoo head appears


As if two shrunken voodoo heads weren't enough to cope with on the water run, another baby one has emerged a little further up. And now the trough water is hinting at hidden horrors. Each time I stretch my arm out over the murky water to turn on the tap, a small part of my brain remembers trailers from horror films where a hand rushes up from the murk and grabs. It's surprising that I survived four days on my own here recently... I didn't feel properly 'spooked' at any point. I must have successfully adopted the persona of Warrior Woman.

 Hear Warrior Woman roar!

The cows bring me joy. Look at that face!

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