June Ramble

Hi there! I'm glad you could join me again today. We're going for a ramble down to the river, and as a special treat we're cooking a barbecue lunch.

Oh, do bring your coat along! It might be late morning, and the sun might be pouring down, but it will be cold by half past three. After all, we're well and truly into our winter season. Would you carry this basket? It's not heavy. I've put the newspaper and billycan inside, and apart from that there's just an old frypan.

I'll carry the bag with the food. Oh, of course I don't think you'll eat it! But I do think you might let it dangle a bit close to the little dog's nose. There, I told you, she's snuffing the air already.

Now, you must understand, there are lots of ways of having a barbecue in Tasmania. Some people like red wine, stufed vine leaves and proper crockery. Others just cook some sausages on a gas barbi in their own back yard. Our family has other ideas. My sis and I always liked to do it this way.

Careful there, I'd better open that gate. What's that? Oh, of course I asked permission! Farmers get quite annoyed if you wander about on their land without making sure it's OK. In some cases, it's illegal to walk in the paddocks. That's if there're poppy crops growing. Sometimes, it's dangerous. There might be large hairy animals with horns. Sometimes, it's just inconsiderate. You wouldn't want people walking through *your* garden and crushing the cabbages, would you?

But this is fine, this is George's place. Remember George? He's the tall man who told us about his 1920s childhood. I asked George and he said it was quite OK if we had a barbi here.

Right, here we are, you can put the basket on the stones. I'll hang the food in the willow tree so little Bik doesn't put her nose where it doesn't belong.

If you like articles about dogs and noses, you can't go past Donna's site over at Life with Irish Wolfhounds. Next time you're at your computer, try this url for a good and funny read. http://www.suite101.com/article.cfm/life...

Right, first we make a ring of stones, then add newspaper and build a sort of wigwam of dry willow sticks. Purists don't use newspaper, but in June it's difficult to find enough dry bark to catch a fire. There, now that's lit, I'll leave you to build it up with bigger sticks from that dead branch while I prepare the food.

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