|Look! No rain!|
|Rain in the distance and sun on the surf.|
|Wharf, and water you wouldn't want to surf in.|
Next, I walked up the road to take a look at Cook's Cove walkway. I wasn't at all sure I wanted to climb a muddy hill today, but you know what it's like. Once you start, it's hard to stop. I told myself there might be good views at the top, so up I went and over a stile. A hundred metres further on, I discovered that someone had put a bull in this field. Just the other night, I had a dream in which a bull charged me and I just stood there thinking 'na, he'll swerve at the last minute'. Which of course he didn't. I remembered the dream and felt apprehensive, but true to form, I thought 'na, why would he?' I kept on walking along the edge of the field but the next time I glanced at him, he was pawing the ground and glaring at me in a way that would be familiar to anyone who has much experience with bulls. I decided to let discretion be the better part of valour, hopped over the wire fence and scrambled back along it to the stile. I would just make do with the view from here. I must say that though the countryside here is as beautiful as usual, it has a stripped bare look as though this was not the sort of land that could afford to lose its trees. I expect that may account for the muddiness of the rivers and even the ocean.