THE OTHER WORLD

The whole day had been spent in the motorhome, literally.  With stories and photos to catch up on there was days of work to do.  That, and the fact my body was sending me messages – “No more stairs today please” being the foremost. That all went well until the sun dipped low in theContinue reading “THE OTHER WORLD”

A SWELL DAY OUT

The train rolled out of Bomaderry.  I’d been planning to do this but had put it on the backburner.  So far back I’d forgotten but a cancellation had put it back on the agenda.  That, and the fact the swell was up.  I was Kiama bound. The countryside was a feast for the eyes.  VerdantContinue reading “A SWELL DAY OUT”

WHEN WANDER TURNS TO WANDER – PART TWO, INTO THE DEPTHS

Oh, how wrong can you be.  A lot apparently. A couple of days later it was time to cover the remaining pieces of the jigsaw of trails, heading to the southern extremities on the loop trail and fording at River Oak Crossing.  Knowing walking would be the only way I took a tablet to relieveContinue reading “WHEN WANDER TURNS TO WANDER – PART TWO, INTO THE DEPTHS”

WHEN WANDER BECOMES WONDER

Slap.  I was losing count.  I wished there was someone else here so that I could share the burden.  The rains bring plagues and, apart from the mice, mosquitoes were in the ascendancy.  Slap, another bloody spot, it was time to move again. Just where I should go I wasn’t quite sure.  I’d been tippedContinue reading “WHEN WANDER BECOMES WONDER”

TO BURGESS AND BACK

It hurt, I couldn’t deny that.  It also caused a significant portion of my clothing and self to get wet….and a bit dirty.  The pain in my left hip indicated that a rock had been involved somewhere, but it was the stick that did it.  That, and my clumsiness.  I couldn’t help but reflect thatContinue reading “TO BURGESS AND BACK”

LANE COVE N.P. – THE SEARCHING

                                          I kept looking at the back fence.  Just the other side of said fence is a national park, Lane Cove as it turns out, even though it’s nowhere near Lane Cove.  This is because it gets its name from where the creeks end up in Sydney Harbour, a place where you can hire boats,Continue reading “LANE COVE N.P. – THE SEARCHING”

BALMAIN BUGGED

As I parted with my $25, the lady was clearly smiling.  Then again, she hadn’t stopped since she first spoke.  I’d arrived at the Watch House, an original sandstone gem somewhere down Darling Street, on a rare day when it’s open.  I was purchasing a book on Streets, Lanes and Places because I felt aContinue reading “BALMAIN BUGGED”

STREETS AHEAD

I stood surprised.  Here was a painting by Arthur Streeton.  How it had managed to stay on display in the Chau Chak Museum (more in another article) mystified me because, not that far away at the Streeton Exhibition at the N.S.W. Art Gallery, they had clearly sourced far and wide.  This one had escaped theirContinue reading “STREETS AHEAD”

POOL OF THE GODS

When people get lost they go in circles; it’s a fact.  You’ve only got to go 100 metres without being sure where you are when you start to turn.  I read a story of a hiker in the Appalachians who’d perished.  Her husband had notified authorities when she failed to turn up, but they neverContinue reading “POOL OF THE GODS”

KNOW MY NAME

it was strange was immediately obvious.  A fallen and malleable Greek Corinthian style pillar; who knows, it might have once graced the Parthenon but – just when you least expect it – it moves! Snake like, it seems to follow you, about to pounce but, fear not!  Its title is “Hello”.  As Friedrich Nietzsche onceContinue reading “KNOW MY NAME”