Word to the un-wise

OKAY, it’s probably a lesson most of you already know. But just in case there are some who, like me, tend to think walking your dog in bushland alongside a rail corridor is a natural thing to do — trust me, it’s not.

And here are just a couple of reasons why: If you choose to drive to said rail corridor and park inside, there is the distinct possibility you may get locked in.

There is no possible way out unless you’re foolish enough to venture onto the tracks.

Even if you think people will mistake your Terios for one of those rail-cars that QR uses, it’s bound to come off second best against a coal train.

Not that I know that from experience, thank God.

But I do know about the perils of parking on QR property because I was there last weekend — lapping the bushland between Wulkuraka and Karrabin searching aimlessly for a way out.

Fortunately, I’m always good in a crisis. I started crying and imagining the horrible life ahead of us, living in the scrub.

My level-headed partner proceeded to neighbouring houses to use a phone.

It was about then I noticed one of our beloved pooches, who has a taste for seatbelts (having already cost us $180), had managed to chew off another. I’m surprised my scream of frustration didn’t bring the police running.

You see, we had secured rubber tubing around the seatbelts with wire to prevent such a catastrophe from happening again. Hmmm. 

Anyway, apart from the seatbelts, the dogs subsisted on a couple of Monte Carlos I found on the floor of the car and before too long we were invited to a neighbour’s house to escape the heat.

(Sorry we interrupted your Bathurst afternoon Shane and Katherine but we are indebted to your hospitality).

After awhile we were informed that our car would not be released until much later in the afternoon.

Gathering our resolve — and the dogs — we went back to the car and drove to the Karrabin end of the corridor, which meant less of a walk home.

However, we still had to manoeuvre the dogs underneath a wire fence (ripping open my poor partner’s finger in the process) and then scale a six-foot fence to get home.

Ah yes, it was a perfect day out. And shall never be spoken again.



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