Ugh! Double up... Ugh! Ugh!

Well yesterday was so spectacularly uneventful, and devoid of any useful contribution to either my thesis or my papers, I shall continue to regale you with moderately amusing anecdotes from last weekend. We stopped in at the wind farm just outside Ararat on the way home (on the property where Chia worked for a stretch actually), and marvelled at the size of the structures, and speculated pointlessly about their various properties. An old couple were at the viewing area also, the parachute-material tracksuit clad wifey snapping away like she was planning on using her photographs to build a scale replica in her sitting room, the old chap puffing away with an air of indifference. I remarked that the view was impressive, to which he took a thoughtful drag, exhaled even more thoughtfully, and barked out "yeh, but they're a lot bloody noisier than I would've thought". Wen and I then both dutifully looked off slightly to the left, craned our necks forward slightly, squinted, paused, and were able to faintly make out a very low frequency sound, somewhat soothing and rhythmic. In summary, cranky old people must die.

Back on the farm, we rode around on the 4-wheel motorbike, and I did some wild sudden turns in an effort to terrorize Wendy. We went yabbying with a bit of lamb fat on the end of a string, and were hauling in yabby after yabby. I didn't even get a chance to hypnotize a yabby. Our record was 4 yabby's on a single rope! I didn't really feel like ripping the poor blighters in half, mostly because I like their attitude (their standard pose is to look at you ferociously and wave their claws around aggressively, despite the 10000000:1 size difference), so we transferred them to our dam which doesn't have any in it.

We also took the 4WD out, and scoped out some climbing spots in the Grampians with the aid of the book I mentioned. It looks awesome, but lead climbing up initially would be a bit hairy.

xo.