I thought magpies were the worst natural enemy of the cyclist on the river
ride until getting home from a solo ride this morning discovered a leech,
fortunately on my sock and not attached to my good self. This might indicate
a Graceville origin, or a very lazy leech. Salt on the sock after removing
from foot did the murderous job of despatching the unfortunate animal.
Thrown up by a wheel I guess.
Did, near St Lucia golf course, see another rider with a short black string
on his calf, and thought 'leech' for a moment before dismissing the thought.
J.