Tailchases and Tailraces

Last night the dog kept chasing his tail until he fell down. Must have had a flea on it. Only seems to know how to go clockwise. A lot of human behaviour makes as much sense and gets us just as far.

From tail chase to tailrace, we took the Pooklings here today, walking along an old tin mine tailrace that goes for kilometres through the bush:








It's currently 5 degrees celsius here and I have my thermals on!