In what I like to call the ‘only-in-the-country’ file:
The music had just begun, and a large dark shape just ‘appeared’ at the window. Our regular Monday morning dance class, out in the wilds of Fryerstown [ a tiny ex-goldmining hamlet 20 odd kilometres from home … just round the corner in country terms ] had gained an audience of one
This gorgeous ex-racehorse apparently belongs to “Chris down the street” and he spent about an hour and a half taking a very keen interest in the strange two-legs prancing around inside the big tin box.
He was totally up for a pat and a scritch behind the ears [ and my goat-scented person got a good snuffling ] but he got very antsy when I came back outside with the camera so this was the best I could do
And, by way of a serendipitous segue, tomorrow is the highlight of the Melbourne Spring Racing Carnival, the Melbourne Cup, otherwise known as ‘the race that stops a nation.’
Other places get public holidays to commemorate great battles or famous-and-inspirational people.
What does it say about us that WE get a public holiday for a 3 minute horse race ??