One Man's Pothole is Another's Paradise

My personal view of potholes no doubt derives from the fact that I do not have a car, yet even if I did...

After you've seen a flock of pigeons gathering round as if it were an open-air swimming pool, you can never look at a pothole in quite the same light, car or no car. Elizabeth Street (pictured here) in Cessnock is particularly fortunate in being a cul de sac, since it means that only local traffic uses it, which itself means that it is, mostly, as those signs say on the corner, a 'Play Street', and devoid of cars for the most-part of the day. The pigeons seem to be aware of this, and regularly come down here to bathe, and get rid of all those pesky little dust-mites, and generally just freshen up.

Thus, the 'pothole' becomes a matter of perspective - for some it is a wretched inconvenience to be avoided at all costs; for others however, it is an opportunity for a lazy mid-morning bath...