Fire

We has an excellent BBQ last night and even found some proper British sausages (sausages need to be added to flies and beer on Australia's list of bad points).  We ate far too much and possibly had 1 beer more than was strictly necessary but it was a nice evening.

We went to bed somewhat trepidatious because, to be frank, our hot hilly day had left us more than a little buggered.  Today turned out to be OK; still 74 miles and still hilly but it was cool for most of the morning and the hills were a little less relentless.

Two things to record about our ride:

1/  we passed a sign warning us of smoke and soon found ourselves cycling through the remains of a forest fire.  It was very weird - completely quiet and still but with the odd plume of smoke from a smouldering stump.  I doubt the picture properly captured the scene.

2/ we also passed a girl standing beside a car that looked like it had just mown down a herd of cows.  A few hundred feet later we passed the remains of a badly mangled emu.  Here is my top Australian motoring tip........if you have the choice between hitting an emu or swerving and hitting a tree, go for the tree.  The damage will be the same either way but at least your car won't be covered in the contents of an emu.

We are on the coast once again, in Busselton where things are revving up for the gay pride march this weekend.  While I am doing washing and writing this, Neil has gone cruising in his tightest lycra.

2 days to go!