Another balmy evening for an after-work ride. Even at 5.15 we had temperatures in the very high twenties. This time I rode out along Forrest Hill Road, down the back roads to Woodanilling. No protective gear except a helmet, not even gloves. Open toed sandals. Warm air flowed over me just like Fiji. Except the roads here are better and the few drivers I encounter are better. I only need to keep alert for Skippy who has been remarkably absent since I have been here, though I found his tracks and dung at Police pools last night. I am not riding fast, even when not on gravel, because an insect hitting one above 70k or so stings unprotected parts worse than a paintball hit. I am also keeping an eye out for beasts of the herpetological sort as I ride because I have been hearing encouraging stories from residents about snakes and large lizards bothering them. Last week one of my colleagues found a five foot monitor stealing her dogs’ food while the dogs looked on in amazement. She never thought of calling me. I thought everyone here knew I have mania for such things. The word is certainly getting round though. In the bank the other day another resident told me of a large green python in her garden. She had thought of calling me, but she didn’t have my number handy. Give me another year and I shall be known as the snake man of Katanning.