Balmy Ride

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.


About Uisce úr

Though I am old with wandering Through hollow lands and hilly lands, I will find out where she has gone, And kiss her lips and take her hands; And walk among long dappled grass, And pluck till time and times are done, The silver apples of the moon, The golden apples of the sun.
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