The first daisy of spring

The first daisy of spring


Another adventure off the beaten track in the wilds of Wilson’s Promontory. This time my carrier came prepared, and there were a lot less complaints about the scrub. Although there was some talk of leeches – they didn’t seem to bother me, I’m sure they can’t have been that bad.

We made it to the summit of Mount Latrobe though.
New bike helmet was purchased on Saturday. Fear it’s shinyness, and awesome ability to protect my head. New helmet was made necessary as the old one suddenly didn’t fit so well. Not well at all. I haven’t yet weighed the cut off dreads, but I’m pretty sure they tip the scales at a decent amount. It’s nice to be able to move my head around again.

And I met a sheep when I went out cycling on the weekend. I found her when cycling in random places a few years ago, and then somehow ended up in the same place again, so I thought I’d go and say hello. She wasn’t looking particularly well. Perhaps she was just fat and in need of a shear, but for a sheep doing nothing on a cold day, she was breathing rather heavily.
So, the servers my site lives on went a bit kerfluey. Back in action now though. Apparently.
Highlights of the past week: curry night, aid-climbing the chinup bar in our house, and dreadlock removal.
Lowlights: lack of sleep, supervisor failing to materialise.