Waters of the west

It's been a lovely day for a bike ride. I rode my pushy from Footscray to Williamstown and then around the bay as far as Cheetham Wetlands.

This is a trip that involves crossing a lot of creeks. Stony Creek, Paisley Drain (does that count as a creek?), Kororoit Creek, Cherry Creek (perhaps more of a drain), Laverton Creek, and the horror fan favourite Skeleton Creek.

Along the way, I stopped at a very handsome-looking coffee van and yarned with a rando who had a very cute border collie called Dolly.

I saw an enormous number of black swans. There has never been a better day to know the collective noun for swans. (It's bevy. Bevies and bevies of swans.)

I saw a royal spoonbill (pictured), an Australian kestrel, a great egret, and lots of red-necked avocets. And ducks. So many ducks.

I saw a dachshund with wheels.

Near Techno Park, I saw a blue-tongued lizard cross my path only for it to find a fence with mesh too small to pass through. I shadowed it from a polite distance until it found a hole in the fence and disappeared.

I saw two men on a tandem bicycle.

Here's a very small photo album.

Oh, and I got sunburnt. As my old Cockney driving instructor Gary would say, "naugh'y naugh'y." Nobody tell Ma.