When I came from the wet walk early this morning, I took off my waistcoat to put in the wash, emptied the zip-pockets. Half a dozen .22 bullets, and a large lock-knife... and as i took the bullets - relics of the morning's walk to see if I could spot any game back to the gun-safe it occurred to me that I could very easily have gone into town etc. having missed those, and always with the knife -- I basically put it on with my trousers, there's always work for it. I'd guess about 85% of the guys coming in from the farms would have something similar in their pockets. It's normal here. Yet, when we went over to Melbourne, a friend was having fits about Barb's Gerber multitool on her belt - because it has a knife (and a saw and a useful thing for taking the stones out of elephants toe-nails, and a million screwdrivers, pliers, wire cutters...) It's about half the size of my normal knife. You can't take a KNIFE with you into a shopping center! Horror.
Here they're working tools. For me, for cutting bailing twine today. I doubt if a day goes past without Barbs using hers (lot of elephants with sore toe-nails here) In the city they're for cutting people I suppose. Here waving one around might cause a mass crocodile Dundee moment 'You call that a knife?' I daresay it's all city laws still here where they are totally meaningless and counterproductive - and totally illegal for all those solid citizens going in to Roberts or Walkers or the library or Post Office. I think we should demand quid pro quo, and have someone at the airport demanding to know if visitors had a bladed implement with a minimum 4 inch blade, and fining them for failing to have essential safety equipment.
It's raining, miserable and wet out. Going up to do the horses was not much fun. Jed (big gelding) hates the wind and was very grumpy. The other two were their normal good-natured selves. Interesting how horses have such different natures.