Aromat


  AROMAT THE FARTEN HOUND
        A  bedtime story for rude children,

Outback Survival 

Outback Survival….


   I was traveling quite well when I heard a ‘pop’. I felt an instant wobble in the steering and I slowly ground to a halt. . . . Bugger! . . I never had a spare wheel!.


   All Australians are educated from early childhood with  accepted rules like 

“Don’t go wandering off “ or . “If lost stay where you are”  These two spring to mind  instantly.

    I did have a flask of water. It was a cool day and the thought of dehydration did occur to me, but it was not as if it was a 45 degree day so I never panicked. .


Knowing the local country is always high priority consideration in the art of  Outback survival. To be perfectly truthful I must confess that the trees and the local shrubs at this location did look a little different, a bit peculiar.  I never knew this country.

   I recall old timers telling me that every different  landscape holds its own perils. . . I decided I stayed where I was . . (the right thing to do).


It was some time later when I heard a distant sound of an engine. My excitement rose, and although I could not tell if it was the sound of a motorbike or even a helicopter. I sprang into action. I removed the tire from my front wheel, gathered a few leaves and started a fire.  In less than ten minutes I had created a solid plume of black smoke (visible for miles). . (this was a well tested outback survival trick that I had learned over my bush survival training ).

It was not long after when the black smoke plume had easily identified my location that  a lone policeman peddled toward me and parked his bicycle next to mine. This ‘London ‘Bobby’ pulled out a notebook and said in a strong English (Cockney) accent . . “It is against the law to light fires in Hyde Park London” . . .