A delicate photo and a delicate tale to go with it…
I was rather pleased with this photo. It was a shame I had to break the law to take it.
To read the kiss-and-tell, cards-on-the-table, warts-and-all story of how Shifty and I risked hefty fines, serious lectures from the judge and delicate parts of our anatomy to bring you this little sample of Blue Mountains magic, CLICK HERE.
The ferns are lush, but it there something missing?
I met some Germans on this hike, students from Bavaria. It was their first time in Australia and their first time in the Blue Mountains.
‘There are lots of forests in Germany,’ I suggested.
‘Yes,’ they said, ‘but they are not smelling like this, or sounding like this.’
I was glad they were enjoying it. I certainly was. Does anything smell better than eucalyptus after rain? Do any bird calls sound better than the clear notes of those bell miners? Yet I’ve also met people who hated the Australian bush. Continue reading
Nobody should accuse this blog of unbalanced journalism. I’ve just ranted about what a depressing place Australia has become, so now here I am giving it a rave review. Continue reading