If there's a word for "the fear of peanut butter sticking to the roof of your mouth" (and there is - it's "arachibutyriophobia"), you'd think there must be a word for "the calm after a storm". But apparently there's not. Any suggestions? We need something that captures the essence of scenes like these, as photographed by Snappy on Sunday:
Our hares had set a couple of trails on Sunday morning - but of course these were totally washed out in the downpour. So live trail-setting was the order of the day, and these trails took us from the centre of the village along some well-washed pathways to enjoy some intense "petrichor" (another good word, that, for "the scent of earth after rain"). Here are some of Snappy's shots from our gathering and the walk:
We then headed back to the hares' place for some excellent chili, rice, and spud bake - and ice-blocks, too! Many thanks to Banger and Make an Offer!
Three short-cutters:
Next run/walk details
When: 20th March, 5 pm
Where: James Drysdale Reserve - picnic table near the top. A map! And please remember to bring chairs!
Hares: Shockjock and Miss Demeanour
Chairs, people, chairs!
On, on!
