THE fish are dead, the trees are dying, the cracks are a mile long, we no longer hear the birds song.

This is the ghost of the Avoca River in Quambatook calling.

The people here wanted a weir to store some water. We were told we had to have a walking track as well. Then they found some precious flora (which are now dead) so they couldn't possibly go ahead with that project.

OK, very sad and a w...