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Sunday, November 12, 2017

If relaxing was an Olympic Games event, this is where you'd come to train!

This clip was shot by a far-away neighbour in the more populated - although not more popular - top end of Sproxton Lane. I asked him to fly his drone over "Riverbend" but he said that would be illegal. He flew it into a tree instead. No damage to the tree but the drone was a total write-off. He lodged a claim with his insurers on grounds of 'pilot error'.

 

Middle of November and we're almost at the end of yet another year! Where does each day go? Well, here's a quick summary:

The kookaburras' mad cackling wakes me in the morning. I roll out of bed and go to the kitchen to switch on the kettle. I then sit in the sun and enjoy my first cup of tea of the day. Going down to the horseshed, I feed the multitude of ducks. In passing, I throw a handful of sunflower seeds to the always ravenous king parrots. The almost-tame kookaburra has been following me around and it's his turn to be fed. All that effort calls for a second cup of tea!

Cup in hand, I wander down my "Meditation Lane" to the bottom of the property where I can look far downriver and possibly spot some early-morning fishermen trying their luck. The track is full of life. I surprise three dilatory rabbits breakfasting in the grass. The resident kangaroo watches me from a safe distance. A butterfly procession is in full swing. I sit down on a sawn-off treetrunk and, sipping my cup, ponder: 'Does a butterfly know that it used to be a caterpillar and does a caterpillar know when it goes to sleep that it will be a butterfly when it wakes up?' Life flows. Life ebbs. Knowledge has not solved its mystery. We have learned how to blow up the world and walk on the moon, but we still do not know why we are here.

If it is a weekday, I go back inside at around 10 o'clock to switch on the computer to watch the gyrations of the stock-market. As my old mate Noel Butler used to say when I questioned him once why he bought some of those "penny-dreadful" shares, "What else is there?" Some days the market is good to me, on others it isn't, and on some it turns downright ugly but, as Noel put it so succinctly, what else is there? In between watching stock quotations and listening to the news on the radio, I answer some emails and walk up to the gate to talk to the mailman. And so, almost without realising it, lunchtime comes around.

"Happy Hour" is when I take my afternoon nap on the old sofa in the 'club house' by the pond. Waking up refreshed, I take a book outside and read for a while, sitting in the sun. Again, almost without noticing it, dinner rolls around after which it is only a couple of hours before I head off to bed to listen to Philip Adams' "Late Night Live" at 10 past 10 on ABC Radio.

And that's it! Multiply this by 365 and you have a fair summary of the whole year. May there be many more years like it!


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