The drama of love that I saw played out at the bar each night as a child is all about the human hunger for safe emotional connection, a survival imperative we experience from the cradle to the grave.

You and your partner are curled up beside a roaring log fire in the bar of the Cradle Mountain lodge you 've just been chatting to some new friends about a walk you'd like to do tomorrow.

While you may be able to get away with wedging your breaker bar against the cradle and cranking the engine over to remove the crank pulley bolt, you know it's not the best practice.