Describe the sights, sound and smells along ppt

Describe the sights, sound and smells along a
deserted country lane

A cool breeze blows into my face. The air is fresh and
clear. I hold my fishing gear in my hand as I trudge down
the country lane towards my favorite fishing hole.

The lane is a narrow one seldom used by four-wheeled
vehicles. It is more like a well-used foot-path but I can see
motorcycle tyre marks on the exposed earth. Anyhow at
the moment it is all very still except for the sounds of birds
singing, insects screeching and mosquitoes buzzing.

The mosquitoes are a real nuisance. I keep having to hit
them as they alight on my body to have a feed. There
must be hundreds of them. Despite applying insect
repellent on my clothes, these tiny hordes of winged
blood-suckers still come.

Both sides of the lane are covered with thick undergrowth.
Behind the undergrowth is a rubber estate. Further back is
the beginning of a virgin jungle. I can hear the distinct
sounds of this jungle even from a distance.

A bird takes flight from the bushes as I walk past it. It
squawks noisily. I pause a moment to watch it fly up and
alight on the branch of a tree. It is a black bird with two
long tall feathers trailing along prominently as it flies.

Behind me a hidden magpie-robin breaks into its sweet
melodious song. It is always a pleasure to hear a magpie-

robin sing. Its song has a refreshing whistle-tone to it. I
whistle in reply.

We have a lively whistling exchange for a minute until my
lips become tired. Then I admit defeat and leave the
magpie-robin to sing on his own.

The smell of country air is very different from city air.
There are no vehicle fumes here. The only smell that can
be considered a bit unpleasant is the smell of cow-dung. I
spy some tell-tale greenish blobs along the lane. I tread
carefully past them. Some cows have gone by this lane
just a bit before me. The dung is still wet. In fact I can
smell those fellows as well close by.

As if in direct response two bleary-eyed individuals appear
before me. They took at me waving their tails to chase the
flies away. I look at them. They seem harmless, so I walk
by. They watch me go as they chew on the grass in their
mouths.

Finally I reach my fishing hole. It is about ten meters from
the lane. I leave the lane and head towards the pond.
Gleefully I put down my fishing gear and prepare to have a
pleasant evening there.