The ticking clock

Last night we stayed in a truck stop at the summit of a tall hill; a NOISY truck stop where every truck that comes this way, pulls in to check his breaks/tyres and whatnot (we are 200km north of Perth, and dozens of trucks pulled in during the night). 

But you know what?  Trucks don't bother me, even when they use their exhaust breaks.  Generators bother me.  And, well, a ticking clock bothers me.  We have a nice clock that has to be packed away in the kitchen drawer each night because the subtle ticking keeps me awake (I used to hide the clocks at Mitcham each night for the same reason).  Last night, after a visit to the loo, I could feel the noisy-rumbling-breaking-gear-changing trucks lulling me to sleep.  But if there was a few seconds with no truck, I could sense the ticking clock, *tick tick tick tick*, even though it was packed away in a drawer!!!  Jase is starting to get worried.....

More orchids abound....   sometimes I think it would be best to go bushwalking on hands and knees to see more of these tiny beauties.....