We had to go and see a man about a dog. Well it wasn't really about a dog...that is just what my Dad used to say if I wanted to know where he was going. If I asked him what he was doing, he always seemed to be making a wig wam for a goose's bridle. I never did work that one out.
Anyway, we had to go and see some bloke on the Murrindindi Road, out the back of Yea about something.
On the way back we stopped by the river and after about half an hour, the Cook's left leg was wet up to the knee, I had a muddy bum, we were both mozzie bitten, had scratches up our arms, purple fingers and a container full of....
B L A C K B E R R I E S
Now I have to go away for a few days...I wonder if these will magically turn into jam while I am away?