Clearly, Terrace Falls aren’t meant to be found. I checked my guide book. Lots of times. I followed my GPS. Clearly it really didn’t have a clue. There’s supposed to be a carpark but where in Hades it was located was a mystery to us all. The only thing I came across was a deadContinue reading “VICTOR-Y IN SIGHT”
It’s so refreshing for the mind though, having to find ways where there are none, noting every footfall, testing each fallen branch because some are wont to crumble and feeling the natural softness of a bed of fallen leaves.
It was raining, not hard, but the drizzle was constant. There’s something about being in the forest when it’s wet. Drips on the flowers, colours highlighted in the wet, the splash of footsteps, the quiet. It’s all there, you just have to notice it. I was north of Lawson, hoping to find St. Michaels FallsContinue reading ““….DON’T TELL ME YOUR SURNAME IS SMITH!””
12, 13. I don’t know why we count….actually, yes I do. It’s because you want to tell people afterwards; boast a little (14, 15) and get some brownie points for being so silly in the first place (16). Yet there’s nothing glamorous about it, the rise and fall and the probing nature is, in someContinue reading “THE DAY THAT SUCKED”