a sunny day yesterday a warm day where the tank got emptied and cleaned out in expectation of coming rain. John picked up the chain saw and cut up the wattles near the shed, the noise upset the little fella so we went ambling, mum and dad had discreetly disappeared to spanish classes with Ana in cobargo. we found quartz crystal rocks on the road he loves them and I wanted some for a brew I am making. I have a big old style cauldron on the stove this morning full of casuarina needles, they are steeped in hot water, simmered and left to cool. a few quartz rocks are added ,then we leave it to meld until spring at which time it has become a liquid fertiliser. we can then spray it on the garden and apparently it brings in the light. something to do with silica and /or magic . after lunch featuring quinoa in the salad we leathered up for a trip to the bike shop at bodalla . John had already booked dad in for the ride and I was offered to be Becs first BMW passenger. I came highly reccommended as a very good pillion rider, and bec wanted the experience. so I did we did . two dads two daughters two bmws, a dad and daughter thing. me and dad sitting up like jacky on the back of the bikes on the most picture postcard south coast day . the mountain standing out in sharp relief hugged by blue sky and emerald green fields. the ocean stretching off the land deep blue with a faint brown smudge of burn off on the horizon thanks to our idiot forestry and their hazard reduction genocide program. each lake a shimmering crystal mirror and pockets of spotty gums in full riotous blossom. while the mechanic was involved with stripped screws and helicoils ???? Bec and I climbed the fence into next door and gleaned the ripe tomatoes off the vine. no one living there like so many houses we passed in the main street of bodalla. it is an amazing feeling to hurtle along on the back of a bike for any number of reasons. not just the lack of control and the absolute trust you need in that person, but the exposure nothing around you but your clothing nothing between you and the air slicing and pounding. having to hold on to lean this way or that to not fidget or want to scratch somewhere you cant get to. a great meditation a risk an adventure.