A harsh sun shines down across the still partially flooded Lismore, spreading the smell of mud and sewage through the humid air, as Mark Bailey holds an album of vintage East German stamps that is dripping brown.
“Everything in there’s fucked,” he says, as he hurls it onto a pile of ruined goods and furniture he had been amassing at the front of his store, just like many other shop owners along Molesworth Street in the centre of town.
