If you saw my previous shot, you'll know how close I was to being trampled to death by this wild wombat. . . I don't know how - must've been instinct I suppose - but I dived to my right, rolled, and managed to get off this final shot as it hurtled past, its momentum too great for it to swing its enormous bulk in my direction. . . Lucky my car was close enough to jump into and race off. . . I'm receiving counselling for post-traumatic shock.
RESUBMISSION of an old film image. Rescanned and sharper now.