“What’s this?” I thought. “Someone else has beaten me to it.”

And yet, it was a child’s bike, and you wouldn’t suppose that many modern Australian children would be up at the crack of dawn and off on their bikes to do a spot of fishing before school. You would be right. Upon closer inspection I could see that the bicycle had been rescued from a life under water and mud, and resurrected (albeit without its chain) to stand picturesquely beneath the trees near the water’s edge; I didn’t see the rescuer – just his masterpiece. Of course, I took some photographs for you…