View from the Top

For the past few years I’ve been lucky enough to work on the 28th floor on the western edge of the city. That means an unobstructed view west, all the way to the Blue Mountains on a clear day.

View from the top

On the weekend I saw the view in reverse from the Blue Mountains foothills at Bellbird Hill, high above the Richmond plains. Whereas from the city only the suburbs are visible, from Bellbird Hill the view is surprisingly rural.

View of the city

Fruits of the Season

A couple of weeks ago I talked to a friend of mine who went apple-picking in the Blue Mountains. Having never picked an apple off a tree before, I wanted to give it a try, and fortunately got the opportunity on the weekend.

Orchard Lane 1

We headed up to the little village of Bilpin and Pine Crest Orchard nice and early with our trusty Coles bags. There were a few Granny Smiths and Golden Delicious, but the prize picks were the Pink Lady apples. There were rows and rows of trees, all laden with big, bright red fruit.

Granny Smiths Wild Colour 2 Abundance

We were beside ourselves. I immediately ‘sampled’ three apples on-site – they were crispier than a, er, crisp – and then picked enough to last at least the rest of the month. Add to that a cool, sunny day, and I was in heaven. Now, I’m busy compiling a list of apple recipes. I’ve already made a simple apple tart with my Pink Ladies, and it was wonderful. Any other suggestions?

Pink Lady


I received a little sketch book for my birthday and have been making gradual use of it since. It’s been half a lifetime since I took up a pencil (or a brush for that matter) so this foray into drawing has been a long time coming.

The sketch book came in handy during my recent visits to Jamberoo. I happily wiled away the time sketching in between walks and visits to the Abbey itself. I had forgotten how relaxing it can be. It is a meditation in itself.

Fallen Leaf

When the Wind Blows

Made another rediscovery last night I was looking through some old art magazines last night and stumbled on an article about English author/illustrator, Raymond Briggs. Now, that’s a blast from the past. I first came across his work in high school. I was a nerd and spent most of my lunch times in the library with all of my nerdy friends, and as a consequence discovered some interesting sections, such as the children’s picture book section. Raymond Briggs’ books were in this section, but I certainly don’t call some of his work for young children. My favourite is the hilarious and clever, Fungus the Bogeyman, but the most affecting had to be When the Wind Blows. And what do you know, the whole thing is on youtube.

Ok, so the introduction is a bit dated now, but persist because this is powerful stuff, and unfortunately still a possibility even now.