Of Skinks, Skunks and Doing a Bunk

Over at Quadrant, the good doctor goes for a walk in the English countryside and thinks about Australian wildlife, reptiles, and people who have gone missing in the wilderness.

It was a beautiful spring day, such as to make one almost glad to be alive, and my wife and I walked up to the top of The Rock, a 330-foot sandstone bluff above the river which runs through our town. Amazingly in these accident-conscious times, when safety is next to godliness, if not the whole of godliness itself, there were no railings and no warnings that falling from such a height was not good for the health.

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