She lifts her head, startled by her own greedy impatience, and takes a few deep breaths as though the food has suddenly placed some strain on her syst...m. Then she turns to the water, sipping it slowly. I wait wordlessly while she drinks. Every so often she peers at me over the rim of her cup. I look directly back, engaging her with my eyes but saying nothing until she has finished."Come with me," I tell her. This time she obeys wordlessly, a small step along the journey she must take and the. We'll be there in half an hour or so." Bob held the small aerial and slowly swept it in an arc. "No emergency beacon, Charley but we'll need to listen for another fifteen minutes in case it is an off period." They walked on. Bob with his earpiece in listening and sweeping with his hand. Suddenly he stopped. "There's a signal. It's weak though." he shouted. He pointed the GPS in the direction of the strongest signal and took a bearing. "Time to call out the cavalry." Hi Bob. This is Tony Davey.. It was really rather endearing. The irony of her having a special place in her heart for Zeppelin vs. my pop tart thing was not lost on her. ‘So big tough you likes girlie music while little miss cheerleader over here likes classic rock. Seems like a bit of a role reversal to me. I think we may have to pull your guy card,’ she teased. Now, I’m not much of a tough guy and Bree certainly didn’t strike me as the cheerleader type, not that she wasn’t pretty enough or anything – just that she was a. Squatting Asian style in front of them and with his plaque and pictures behind him he started his story. ‘You asked me about horse riding. Well, my great grandfather rode eight winners at the Gragene Picnic Races then fell down the back steps of Warialda pub, broke his hip and died at the age of ninety-two. ‘My grandfather had me on a horse almost every day before I left Australia at the age of five and I suppose I haven’t forgotten all he taught me.’ As if terrified of continuing, Peter swung.