It was as benign as it gets; the weather that is. Crisp morning with rising fog from the valley below, a sure sign it was going to be a good day. My attention turned to the maps of Wingham hinterland. There were hills to be sure, some even had the word Mount before them andContinue reading ” ESCAPE TO POTOROO FALLS”
Category Archives: hiking
ON THE ROCKS
Castle Rock Ignoring the screams beside me; “You’re going the wrong way, turn right, turn right!” Deep inside I believed the direction we were heading was correct as we rolled into Lynton, aiming for a railway…only this is a special railway, so called. It has two cars that pass each other on their 854ft routeContinue reading ” ON THE ROCKS”
THE HOMAGE
DOWN IN THE BLUEGUM FOREST Walk in the Blue Mountains often enough and there’s a name that will crop up. Blue Gum Forest. No serious walker can avoid it, so the fact that I’d managed to not go there for 76 years indicates how serious I’d been. For the seasoned hiker it’s usually part ofContinue reading ” THE HOMAGE”
I MUST GO DOWN TO THE SEA AGAIN….AND AGAIN
Once you’ve fallen in love with the ocean, there’s no chance of divorce, or separation even. The magnetic attraction remains, fluctuating in its intensity maybe, but constantly present. With the news that a significant swell was running, stood up by offshore breezes, I had to go and have a look. Kiama, after all, is famousContinue reading “I MUST GO DOWN TO THE SEA AGAIN….AND AGAIN”
SOMEWHERE THERE’S ALWAYS A RAINBOW
It had been years, okay, decades, since I last visited the lake. It had been created around the early 1900’s to supply water to what we now know as Sponars, nee Hotel Kosciusko, but even that amount of water couldn’t stop the original hotel from burning down in 1951 due to a fire emanating fromContinue reading “SOMEWHERE THERE’S ALWAYS A RAINBOW”
4 SWAMPS AND 31 STOPS
I was huffing, lots of huffing, not to mention puffing. The climb was seriously steep and, after scaling the first three steep sections with my mountain bike, I’d stopped to catch my breath at the top of each gradient. Now I was stopping halfway up for a breather. At least there were some colourfulContinue reading ” 4 SWAMPS AND 31 STOPS”
RUNNING HOT
I stood at the door; disheveled, sweaty, bloodied arm and covered in cobweb remnants. I pondered what they may think of me because I was about to look after their house for two weeks and it was the first time they’d ever seen me. I hadn’t meant to arrive like this, it just happened. Well,Continue reading ” RUNNING HOT”
A PARK CALLED OATLEY
It’s fair to suggest that, other than those who live nearby, few would have heard of a park in Sydney called Oatley. It’s one of many areas of interest that abound in the city that tourists overlook. Personally, I’m glad, because it’s busy enough as it is! Still, during the week it’s not crowded andContinue reading “A PARK CALLED OATLEY”
CONTRAST
I know a man called Maurice. He is very French, even if you didn’t know, his thick accent is a giveaway. His speech is also rapid; he tells stories. You could learn more in his bike shop than watching the news for a whole week and it would be a lot more colourful. However, theyContinue reading “CONTRAST”
THE OH SHIT BYWAY
I’d corresponded with someone on the internet about the Burr Trail. He said to make an effort to do it. So, as I sat in the hotel room in Torrey, knowing I’d already gone past the turnoff yesterday, a decision was made to go back. The skies were still overcast, blue skies notably in absentiaContinue reading “THE OH SHIT BYWAY”
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