Due to the generosity of Mike Hunt for the loan of a horse and trap we were today able to venture up Camp Mountain.
We took Willow's mother and her elderly acquaintance Lady Constanza Snowdon and packed a picnic lunch.
The journey was tortuous and twisting as we climbed higher and higher through the gum trees. We were serenaded on our ascent by the secretive bell birds with their tinkling, chiming call.
At last we arrived at our destination and found a suitable spot for luncheon.
Scarcely had we unpacked our provisions when we were assailed by an enormous lizard that slunk from the undergrowth and flicked its elongated and forked tongue in the general direction of my cold sausage.
I swear it was as long as Father's Todger though not as broadly built. (Of course I refer to the lizard here and not my sausage.)
How brazen is the wildlife in this place that it has the audacity to venture too close for comfort. Never once have I felt intimidated by a badger in The Nethers!
After luncheon, and after the lizard had retreated, we enjoyed canasta 'al fresco'.
I know not why, even after much correction, that Lady Constanza insisted on referring to me as 'Jim'.
I certainly do not have the appearance or bearing of a 'Jim', nor even the breeding and yet I did not allow it to blemish the day.
We returned to the coastal plains in the afternoon.
As we returned Lady Constanza to her commodious abode I bade her farewell with an avenging smile;
"It has been a such pleasure to meet you Lady Influenza. I am certain you would find the company of Mrs Norris, a good friend of my own mother, most agreeable and therefore, if you are ever in England, I cordially invite you to Far Corfe!"
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