When Kerry-Ann trusted me to tell her story in 2024, I felt an immense sense of responsibility to narrate it as sensitively as I could, to help her begin the healing process and serve as a warning to other people.
As a young teen, I traversed the length of a storm drain with friends for around 500m until we disturbed a colony of microbats and then fled, squealing, back to the sunlight.
As we ran, our footfalls slapped against the concrete floor and mingled with our laughter, as we celebrated our foolishness.
Not for a moment did we consider we could die.
How easy is it to forget 20mm of rain over a catchment doesn’t trickle into a drain — it ALL surges in, ALL at once?
I agree with Kerry-Ann – there needs to be a visual reminder of the dangers.
There needs to be a sign on the Love Tunnel.
