"I don't know what you're talking about," gasps the lady in the Cathcart General Store, giving me the once over as if I've got less grey matter stashed away in my noggin than the boar head mounted on the wall behind the counter.
For the uninitiated, Cathcart is a small blip on the map, about 15km east of Bombala and about 80km south of Cooma. Due to its relative isolation, some call it deliverance country. Not me. I love it.
