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 WANDER – 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 WANDER – 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”

“….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!””

IT ROCKS

There was no-one.  In fact, the previous time I’d camped overnight and left early, the golden hour in fact.  The light was exquisite, the temperature cool, the trail enticing and I was alone; but that was decades ago. The ragged rock faces, weathered over millennia, seemed not to have changed as I got into myContinue reading “IT ROCKS”