There was I, an Englishwoman in the Australian bush, feeling like a pioneer. The house I was staying in was basic to say the least and to carry out one's ablutions you had to wander down through the overgrown garden to what I was told was the dunny, a three-side wooden affair on the edge of the bush that made the septic loo we had in the Brownies look like American Standard. In the middle of the night, the journey, torch in one hand trying to spot snakes and light the path at the same time, was perilous. Upon arrival you had to lift the seat on everyone's blessings to shine the light on the inevitable red-back spider. This accomplished safely, I crouched over the throne and while enjoying my call of nature listened to the real calls of nature in the nearby bush. And it was then that I realised I will be a city girl until my dying day; never before would I have believed I could run so fast with my pants around my ankles. The subject of my concern was a deep, low grunting sound just centimetres away, or so it seemed. I have heard stories of people who have fallen into such holes in the ground and wallowed there until being discovered traumatised the following day. I have heard stories of people who have been bitten on the bum as they passed the time of day. I have heard stories of people being attacked by kangaroos. Either one, given this noise, was enough to make me fly like a cockatoo. Of course, Australian readers will know that all I had encountered was a wombat going about its business, but watch Australia Wild: Wombats - Bulldozers Of The Bush (World, 3.40pm) and you will understand my anxieties. When shipwrecked sailors first encountered these creatures they did what they had to do to survive - they ate them. More than 200 years later the wombat still suffers at human hands, blamed for damaging fences and fouling pastures, but this film examines the myths and reality of wombat life as well as the scientists who are beginning to understand these 'bulldozers of the bush'. I can imagine how the sight of me fleeing bare-bummed must have traumatised the wombat. In contrast, I have never, I am blessed to say, had to go through any of the experiences the women in Labours Of Eve (World, noon) have. In the past 50 years, our efforts to control birth have gone through convulsive changes. From backstreet abortions to modern infertility treatments, from foetal rights to virgin birth and pregnant men, nothing is taboo and no possibility remains unexplored. In this thought-provoking series, women who have faced heartbreaking decisions to give birth or not, talk about their experiences. Reunions are rarely what people hope they will be and that holds true in Home Coming (World, 9.35pm) when a modern Hong Kong woman returns to her native village in Guangdong and is reunited with a childhood friend. She learns about the austere lifestyle of China and introduces her friend to lipstick and notions of sexual liberation, but despite their incompatibility they feel jealous of each other. Home Coming, a beautifully observed film, swept the board at the 4th Hong Kong Film Awards, taking Best Film, Best Director, Best Actress for Sigin Gaowa and Best Screenplay. Cool Runnings (Pearl, 9.30pm) is offbeat but totally on target with a delicious blend of humour and emotion. Based on the true story of the Jamaican bobsled team at the 1988 Winter Olympics, it couldn't have been better timed.