On Hardy

“It’s Far From the Madding Crowd here Enzo” said the Silverback in his I know something you don’t tone.

(Little did he know I’d watched the Thomas Hardy classic with the Sparrow when he was out one night)

“Doesn’t look like Wessex” sez I casually.

We were two hours south of Cable Beach at Barn Hill Station. A cattle station with a campsite and kilometres of deserted beach front.

“I didn’t know you were familiar with Hardy” he said, surprised.
“My great grandad was his sheepdog” said I, on a roll!

He just looked at me with raised eyebrows.

“Oops, pushed it too far” thought I.