Mt Macedon, Recollected, Early Spring
A couple of maidens and I were
sussing out a walk from the
Tea Rooms Car Park and the Camel's Hump.
I have mostly unpleasant memories
of camels. There was Cable Beach where
our camel was not well.
It stumbled when walking through a
dry creek bed. My partner was not small.
I was behind her. "I can't see a thing!"
Then there was a camel tethered
half-way up a hill in Northern China
hoping some of the 50,000 visitors
would accept an invitation to have
their photograph taken while on its back.
But I prevaricate.
The air was chill. Snow flurries
covered my furry hat, clung to my
beard, while frozen snow drifts crunchd.
The path was wet. The local leeches
hadn't seen this much blood on the move
since the last kangaroo.
One small leech latched on but found
my blood too alcoholic. Why would you
risk cirrhosis on such a small liver?
It dropped off the pace. I found
a drunkard further on, attached to my
ankle, horribly bloated.
Always carry salt on bush walks.
"So stretcht out huge in length the
Arch-fiend lay."
I demolished her between two rocks.
My life's blood flowed out of her.
It twitched.
Scarcely knowing tother leg from twitch
I made it to the Hump. How pleasant
the view! How sweet the water in rock cavities!
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Zarbys
What a great restaurant. The jimmy
Woodsers occupy a tall bar stool,
the bar-flies cluster as the bar.
Mine Host keeps the wretches happy.
"It's his playground," he tells me. The
waitresses are all care, polishing
the water glasses until they shine. Then the
plastic covered menus get the treatment.
This is a seriously good bistro/bar.
Where else can you get an incredible
pasta dish and seriously good wine
for $15.00?
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The Main Street Woodend
We're in an environmentally friendly town.
Hessian bags are de rigeur. Shops offer
gifts from your worst nightmare
Aficionados buy metal parrots and
old wares that their great-grand
mothers may have discarded years ago.
The junk goes into the car, it goes
onto the roof. At Home they have
serious problems deciding where it all should go.
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