Category Archives: hiking

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”

                FIRE IN THE EYES

I’d read good reports about it but hadn’t really done a lot of research.  I’d copied out details of what to see and I moved out as soon as I had the car rental keys in my hand.  The road north from Las Vegas is straight and, when you turn off after just over 50Continue reading ”                FIRE IN THE EYES”

THE HEATHLAND – BEYOND HOLLYWOOD

Having researched the location I picked something I would remember, Hollywood Street, no boulevard here.  The street I wanted was two past that.  I’d chosen not to use google maps in order to save batteries, don’t want to run low while I’m taking photographs. The Princes Highway was busy despite lockdowns so I gratefully turnedContinue reading “THE HEATHLAND – BEYOND HOLLYWOOD”

  WITH FRONDS LIKE THESE, WHO NEEDS ANEMONES

“What’s that blue thing?”  People had texted me after I sent the photo out.  Truth is, that’s exactly what I said when I saw it.  The Eight-armed Sea Star (Meridiastra calcar) is, according to some sites, quite common and its colours can vary greatly.  It’s omnivorous so living in a rock pool offers many opportunities,Continue reading ”  WITH FRONDS LIKE THESE, WHO NEEDS ANEMONES”