Has it really been three months?
Today I opened the safe for the first time in a long time. I held my breath as the heavy door swung open, expecting to see a build-up of scaly red rust rather than the deep blue-black lustre that greeted me. Thankfully the damp weather that’s hit Sydney this past six weeks has not brought the scourge of oxidation to my small collection of hunting rifles and shotguns.
Regrettably, I’ve been too busy not hunting.