“….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!””

PLEASURE WITH LYNN

To be honest, my brain was in a bit of a fog.  For over five weeks we’d seen a plethora of wonders, so much of which was breathtaking, that my mind had ground to a halt. Aware that I had to do something, anything, I concluded that I had to go across the bridge, theContinue reading “PLEASURE WITH LYNN”

THE IMPORTANCE OF BUNDANOON

I can still conjure up, without any effort, my mother expressing the view that she’d like to retire in Bundanoon.  She’d extol its virtues and beauty but it was never going to happen.  Even I knew that growing up.  We never even went to Bundanoon as a family, but the name echoed in my brainContinue reading “THE IMPORTANCE OF BUNDANOON”