A DETOUR LEADS US ON

A LOVELY MORNING WALK NEAR CANBERRA

On the way back from a bushwalk , time running out for Shirley,  , road maintenance brought us to a halt with a groan and “Oh no”!  We had no choice but to take the detour.   As we drove along, Shirls kept remarking on a particular hill with large granite rocks poking through the scrub.  I got the impression that hints were being dropped and she wanted us to walk there.  What could I do but pick up the handkerchief?

First of all, we had to find out who owned the property and then obtain permission.  I received a friendly response from the landholders and permission was given.   Shirls had been granted one of her many thousands of wishes.

So, on one stunning early spring morning recently, we were on our way.   First of all we had to run the gauntlet of barbed wire fences , a cattle stampede and charging bulls, and then some Bursaria, aka Prickle Bush.    One day I am sure that we will write a book to rival Harry Potter. However, the Bursaria was real.

Actually, though, the scrub was not too bad,  but the effects of very low rainfall were most apparent in bush and paddock.

As we climbed, so the views opened up and we negotiated an interesting escarpment of huge granite rocks.  Eventually, in line with the summit , we came to a huge granite tor, exciting Shirls to forget her place in the line and tear ahead to be first to explore it.  All this provided a  great deal of fun and lighthearted play between us.

After this, we arrived at the large, rounded summit.  The views were stunning, 360 degrees, unobscured by trees and shrubs.  We were surprised, though, to find this extensive summit covered in rocks , many being huge.  Fringing the summit, wattles were in full, vivid yellow bloom.  After wandering around for a while we found a large , fairly level slab on which to sit for our morning tea and chat, with wonderful views before us.   We were enjoying peace, quiet, solitude and each other’s company .   Another happy morning on a perfect day.   It was so lovely that our usual morning tea time was longer than usual until,  after 30 minutes,  Shirls remembered her calling duties and it was time to amble back.

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Setting off,  dodging the cattle stampede and the charging bulls.

 

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The views opening up

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Starting to negotiate the huge boulders on the way up.

 

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Photo by Shirley.   Her title : “Yay!  This is Living!”

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photo by Shirley

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Photo by Shirley.

Thank you so much, Shirls.

 

 

 

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