Today, feeling revolutionary, I headed North to the hills instead of South to town and the harbour! I also got myself a blister. I did have more comfortable shoes in my bag but I was feeling stubborn so I just kept on going. Today's walk has a distinctly summery feel!
Remember building grass piles on the school field in the summer? I do. I also remember the amazement upon entering secondary school that nobody cared if you wanted to go onto the field any more! There wasn't any real purpose to grass piles, it was just something to do and the perfect activity for a very self-destructive hayfever victim / bug-bite allergist. Is 'allergist' a word?It is now.
Such is my power. At any rate, this is like what happens when you've come back after the weekend and nobody built grass piles so the grass went all shrivelly. That's another new word, I think. At any rate, when I look at this image, I see this:
That's right, those little solid grass lumps are like thatch rooves, the grass is like walls and the whole thing is actually a little mud-hut village for tiny people! But then we have a problem. The whole field was covered in these things, so the question is, it it a sprawling mini-person mud-grass-hut metropolis or a vicious inter-tribal war going on right beneath our noses in our own parks? Truly this is something to consider. Especially since these little villages do tend to occur in clusters. Evidence!
I saw something else of interest:
Why build a bridge over plain old dirt? Well, remember that when we were little and we knew absolutely that in any place with enough climbing frames or stepping stones (I use both terms very loosely. My favourite climbing frame was my brother's bunk bed) there was one, and only one, irrefutible law:
That's right, those little solid grass lumps are like thatch rooves, the grass is like walls and the whole thing is actually a little mud-hut village for tiny people! But then we have a problem. The whole field was covered in these things, so the question is, it it a sprawling mini-person mud-grass-hut metropolis or a vicious inter-tribal war going on right beneath our noses in our own parks? Truly this is something to consider. Especially since these little villages do tend to occur in clusters. Evidence!I saw something else of interest:
Why build a bridge over plain old dirt? Well, remember that when we were little and we knew absolutely that in any place with enough climbing frames or stepping stones (I use both terms very loosely. My favourite climbing frame was my brother's bunk bed) there was one, and only one, irrefutible law:
The floor is lava.
It doesn't need to look like lava, sound like lava or burn like lava in order to be lava. Therefore, I draw the conclusion that the reason this bridge was built was that what appears at first sight to be a plain old patch of dirt is actually lava. Hot, deadly molten lava. Thank goodness for the thoughtful man who built that bridge so that we could safely continue to explore the park.
It doesn't need to look like lava, sound like lava or burn like lava in order to be lava. Therefore, I draw the conclusion that the reason this bridge was built was that what appears at first sight to be a plain old patch of dirt is actually lava. Hot, deadly molten lava. Thank goodness for the thoughtful man who built that bridge so that we could safely continue to explore the park.
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