I’d picked up some lunch from Bakers Delight. A cold pizza and an almond scroll to be precise. Now, while the westerly invaded every space, a rocky perch was found with a modicum of protection and I sat down to savour the sea; to become immersed in its rhythms, to see foam lurching above theContinue reading “LIFE ON THE ROCKS”
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RAIN FOREST DREAMING
There’s an odour in the air. A not unpleasant fragrance of rainforest. It feels like you’re walking through it, like it’s a wall or something. After days on the high rolling plains of New England, the rain forest is as a breath of fresh air in more ways than one. The tall box woods andContinue reading “RAIN FOREST DREAMING”
WHEN WANDER TURNS TO WONDER – 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 WONDER – PART TWO, INTO THE DEPTHS”
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”
THE GLENBROOK EXPERIENCE
Leura has a reputation. Food, food and more food. One salivates just thinking about it. The streets are awash with culinary delights and tourists flock there in significant numbers. However, Leura has opposition. An almost nondescript hamlet much closer to Sydney is thriving on the same format. Glenbrook is on a roll, yet it’s notContinue reading “THE GLENBROOK EXPERIENCE”
VICTOR-Y IN SIGHT
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”
A LEAP OF FAITH
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.
“….DON’T TELL ME YOUR SURNAME IS SMITH!”
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!””
THE DAY THAT SUCKED
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”
DEGREES OF BEING LOST
Tracking through a regular newspaper I get on line I came across this fascinating, and tragic, article. It started out with details of how a 66 year old experienced female hiker went for a comfort stop whilst walking the famed Appalachian Trail in the U.S.A. She went about 80 paces off trail as she usuallyContinue reading “DEGREES OF BEING LOST”
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