We had a great day. How could I ever have thought I didn't like Alex. We were up in the hills for hours, but only covered a very small area, going round in circles, I think. Within 5 minutes of Alex, we felt as if we were out in the wilds. It is incredibly silent with no wind, and there is only the occasional sound from birds. No wonder, when the thyme scented hills are liberally sprinkled with cyanide. It is an indiscriminate cull as anything that can stick their nose in the wee bucket, wont make it far. And anything that feeds on the body of the dead, wont make it much further. WE also thought the trail was well marked with small strips of poly bag stuck to bushes. Then we discovered that they were empty poison bags left there as warnings to let you know the poison was around. If Mary walked her dog up here these days, it might smell nice, but it would be dead.
After much talk of rolling in Thyme and trying to entice my husband with garlands in my hair, he mistook my fall from the misjudged steep climb in clipped-in shoes, as an invitation. I had already incurred his wrath in the morning by delaying our departure due to unsightly hairy legs. I spent so much time resolving the issue that I forgot my helmet. He couldn't believe I had endangered my life for an isolated cycle trip and a display of bald legs. One wonders why one bothers!!! In the end, I smelt more of rabbit poo and dead Possums anyway.
grateful for:
no head injuries.
great companionship.
no complaints about my cycling defects.
My proof readers. (better than spell check)
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