Jun
10
2010
We know, it sounds like either an X-Files episode or a trendy autobiog by some burnt out has-been. But read on McDuff…..
Driving along the the country lane a few days ago we chanced upon a lone wolf trotting casually by the side of the road, quite obviously with somewhere to go, but with no real hurry. Reminded us both of the end sequence of each episode (Jane used to watch it, honest!!) of The Littlest Hobo . . .”maybe tomorrow I’ll want to settle down, until tomorrow I’ll just keep movin’ on . . .”.
And as for the strange Lepidoptera, we were on our way out of Yosemite National Park driving at a respectable speed, when all of a sudden the road was covered – nay, blanketed – with butterflies. Just sitting there in ones and twos. Not flapping; or mating; or playing Buckaroo. Just sitting there. Now it matters not how skilled a driver you are, but trying to miss 000’s of butterflies and keep the car on the right-wrong side of the road is a test. (Mike got 7/10. Killed that is!!)
