...And make the best of it I did by taking the neighbours’ dog out for our daily constitutional.
Popped down to town to pick up the paper and a few supplies before taking the high road through Bicentennial Park where we once again enjoyed the local wildlife. On this occasion it was a wallaby with a beautifully sleek head but with it’s rib cage exposed to the world, all red and bloody but remarkably intact. No sign of the signature springy legs but good to see none the less.
Molly (said dog) and I like nothing more than spotting wildlife on our travels, we’ve seen and sniffed all sorts. Today’s was probably the most visceral and penguin’s are the most collectable but we like our wildlife any way it comes just so long as it’s dead and preferably putrescent.
The wind was up so we were battered and beaten by the onshore gale and soaked by the resultant spray so turned inland with some relief as we continued our walk down the bucolically named Tip Road where you’ll be surprised to hear, the local rubbish tip is located.
I hesitate to mention the tip as it’s a bit of a “local issue” as regular readers will probably know (yes, yes, pedant!). Apparently they want to move it somewhere else but someone else doesn’t want them to and I’m not sure whether they is the council, a local pressure group or a local busy-body. Anyway, the usual NIMBIE’s are involved and we’re all up in arms about it as a cursory look at the local paper will tell you. I was even stopped outside the bakers by a local child who was conducting a lame excuse for a survey.
“Do you think the tip should move?” Of course I didn’t want to appear ignorant but despite closely following the issue I’m not sure whether the goodies or the baddies want to move it, I don’t know where they want to move it to and I don’t know why they want to move it. Why not leave it there? What will they call Tip Road if it doesn’t have a tip on it? Anyway, being a person of some conviction I opted for change and told him I think it should move, luckily the survey ended pretty much as soon as it began and I wasn’t pressed on my reasoning. I can only hope it was the right answer.
Wednesday, August 11, 2004
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