“What did you do on the weekend?” asked a colleague this morning.

“Well, I went bushwalking on Saturday…”

Yes, I knew it was going to be wet, but for some reason I’m a sucker for walking in the rain. After all, I did a whole week of it in Tassie and after that experience I thought I could handle a few hours in wet shoes.

Saturday morning, I was up bright and early to meet up with members of the Bankstown Bushwalking Club, a nice bunch of folks they are, to tackle the clifftops of the Grose Valley, deep in the Blue Mountains. No blue haze on that day, but there was plenty of mist.

The weather actually wasn’t that bad – I had more trouble with the miles and miles of stairs (well, it is the Blue Mountains after all). 3 hours later I was thoroughly soaked, but surprisingly contented, because despite the inclement weather, the valley was still beautiful.