On Sunday afternoon, CK, Leo and I went to Belcher Bay Park and played petanque on the grassy area there. A jolly time was had by all, despite the best attempts of a local toddler to make off with a boule.
The park was full of parents and kids hurtling about, mainly on the playground area. The grass was also host to an under-8s kickabout with a plastic pink ball and - what I found most interesting - two chaps who had brought their tortoises out for a bit of a walk around. They were the sort of creamy yellow colour one associates with the desert (the tortoises, that is) and seemed to be having a fine time wandering about.
The next day, coincidentally, I was listening to Frank Skinner's podcast, wherein he talked about having worked with a tortoise for a TV production. Tortoises are, of course, cold-blooded. So apparently, if you hold one up to your face on a hot day, its breath will be refreshingly cool.
Maybe we should get one. While not being a portable air-con unit, it could hang out with Dr Watson, our rabbit, and sometimes we could get them to do Aesop's-fable re-enactments.
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