Late last year when I was busy retracing the steps of my original move down to Melbourne as I made ready to depart my island for some time, I made good on a site I had driven past three years earlier and stopped in at the Dog On The Tuckerbox, a place I had last visited as a 7 year old.
For those unfamiliar with the story, watch as I bring the tale to life with all the reverence I can muster...
