No pithy wombathy expressions I'm afraid, but I can share my culinary wombat experience, on the Nullabor Plain, at the Pitjantjatjara community of Yalata, hidden in the dunes behind the head of the Great Australian Bight, where tourists come these days for the whale-watching. The Pitjantjatjara shouldn't even be there by rights, but they were forced off their own country a few hundred miles to the north in the 1950s, when Maralinga and Emu Plains were used as nuclear testing sites by the British. The old people still recall with horror the radioactive 'black mist' which blighted their lives back then.

Anyway, I was taken out on a bush tucker excursion one day, and we feasted on roast wombat. Think pork crossed with chicken. We had a wombat of a time. Unlike the wombat.