Sunday morning: out in the country for a change. on the cheap and nasty country bike, but all the same: the morning sun cutting through the cool shadows of the gum trees. the faint whiff of earth from the old diggings on either side of the road. rabbits. millions of rabbits. easy hills bending left or right as if to add a bit of interest. a bike ride in the shape of a capital "Y" - down the Vaughn road, turning back at the top of the steep hill I didn't want to ride back down, then left and a little way down the Guildford road. then back again down the trunk of the Y to Yapeen, where the family was still sleeping in the old stone cottage, the trees needed a drink and the rabbit proof fence was awaiting repair.