a walk, etc

I took the dogs for a walk round the lake and this time we came back atop the plateau ridge that skirts the edge of Gladstone Park. I was listening to Radio National, an All in the Mind about the psychological condition of child soldiers in Liberia, Colombo etc. I was also thinking about how 'they' should sell off one small piece of land at the edge which would fit about four house lots , they could put in a road alongside the sports ground, and then they could use the money to put the electricity pylons underground. It would be way cool. Of course this would also entail 'them' giving up the ludicrous idea of using that park space, which has been park space effectively for 52 years now, as a feeder road to the Western Ring Road. I imagine that kind of a dream would be hard to abandon, 'kids there's not gonna be a road after all'.

Someone has been distributing a lot of bread rolls around on the grass, I assume for the birds or something, but luckily the dogs were too excited by being on a walk to notice. Otherwise they'd still be gorging themselves now like cows in a pumpkin patch.