ESCAPE TO POTOROO FALLS

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”

      BACK INTO THE BREECH

Funny how things keep surfacing in one’s brain.  Won’t let go, refuse to be ignored.  So it was with “The Canyon”, so listed but often called the grotto by locals.  When I was there with Mr. C we hadn’t pushed right in; Mr. C had never gone past a certain point and, frankly, I couldn’tContinue reading ”      BACK INTO THE BREECH”

                    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”

  THE SEARCH FOR THE BIN CHICKENS

I’d done nothing much in the morning, couldn’t think what to do with the afternoon.  Then it clicked, there’s street art you haven’t seen yet.  Previously, I’d stumbled across them while house sitting at Eveleigh.  Hundreds even.  This time I decided to look them up first. That’s when I found Scott Marsh.  Well, actually, I’dContinue reading ”  THE SEARCH FOR THE BIN CHICKENS”

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”

THE LEG AND THE POET 

He was behind the counter at the auto electricians.  I was glad he was serving me because his female partner was hobbling around with a pronounced limp.  I told him all I wanted was a replacement globe for the motorhome’s tail light.  I’ll meet him out there at the motorhome I said. Imagine my surpriseContinue reading “THE LEG AND THE POET “

  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”