Sketchy snake tracks in front of me on the dusty trail; they’re just little snakes, Bob said with a cheeky grin and a twinkling eye. Bob’s the caretaker out there, more about him next time ;)

‘Rubbish’, I replied, and we agreed to disagree on the size of the snakes that left those tracks… those many many tracks.

I made up a little song to sing as I walked, hoping to scare the snakes well away from my path.