Yeah, it did get pretty ugly, this is it in about 2005. And just thrown in for good measure, here's #4 crossing in about 1935 when it was just a spider bridge.
Beags, we've got these things called cows up here. The old hall sits in the corner of a paddock of what used to be a dairy farm, lush green kikuyu pasture most of the year round, hard to get a grass fire going. In the old days when we were gonna run an all night party, we'd get the cocky to keep the cows out of that paddock for a couple of weeks before, less cow shit to walk or fall over in that way. Rest of the time he got a couple of acres of free agistment. Now days when it's a profitable wedding venue for people from Brisbane and the coast, there's a bloke paid to mow. Lot of brides turn up in flash wedding dresses and Blundstone or RM Williams boots, for a pretend country wedding, but I don't think they're ready for the authenticity of stepping in cow shit.