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”
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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”
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 OTHER WORLD
The whole day had been spent in the motorhome, literally. With stories and photos to catch up on there was days of work to do. That, and the fact my body was sending me messages – “No more stairs today please” being the foremost. That all went well until the sun dipped low in theContinue reading “THE OTHER WORLD”
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”
BALMAIN BUGGED
As I parted with my $25, the lady was clearly smiling. Then again, she hadn’t stopped since she first spoke. I’d arrived at the Watch House, an original sandstone gem somewhere down Darling Street, on a rare day when it’s open. I was purchasing a book on Streets, Lanes and Places because I felt aContinue reading “BALMAIN BUGGED”
POOL OF THE GODS
When people get lost they go in circles; it’s a fact. You’ve only got to go 100 metres without being sure where you are when you start to turn. I read a story of a hiker in the Appalachians who’d perished. Her husband had notified authorities when she failed to turn up, but they neverContinue reading “POOL OF THE GODS”
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”
SOME DAYS ARE DIAMOND’S
Beyond apprehensiveness, where I was going was scary. Well, the place where I wanted to photograph from was, so, when I drove past 9, count them n-i-n-e, police and rescue vehicles with flashing lights I could be excused for taking it as an omen. Still, it was a few kilometres from where I was aimingContinue reading “SOME DAYS ARE DIAMOND’S”
Taking You To Places You've Never Been 