Across the water, we could see the Rip Bridge, which we drove over on the way to Killcare.
The views were scenic enough, but I still liked to revel in the details, like this intricate sandstone, that had been shaped by the tides.
Despite the fact Killcare only has a handful of shops, a pub and an RSL club, it can attract a lot of visitors. But on this spring afternoon, it was all rather too quiet.
The reason was the NRL grand final was on, and most people were indoor or in their own backyards.
Except for these kids, who were happy wallowing in the mud flats.
Unlike the suburbia feel of Umina Beach and Ettalong across the water, Killcare is a bit more low key. It’s hemmed by water on one side and Bouddi National Park on the other, and getting there involves a drive up and down a steep hill.
It’s no wonder that it’s a popular spot with boaties and fisher-people – and those fancying a weekend drive.
After knitting gloves, I tackled this vest for Hubby. It took me ages to finish because I had quite a bit of fabric to knit up. Construction also was not without incident since the pattern had quite a few mistakes in it. It took all my vest knitting experience to bring it back into line, but thankfully the results were good. It looks a lot like a cricket vest without it being a cricket vest. Hubby likes it as he can wear it over his t-shirts and not overheat.
I’m still baking bread, but these days I’ve changed my method. The bread machine is still my number one helper. It mixes, kneads and raises the dough. I do the second knead and the proofing, and of course, the baking. When I get it right, the loaf is really wonderful.
One thing that can’t be beat is the smell of fresh bread.
On the way back home we visited Mount Gibraltar – a hill between Mittagong and Bowral. It had some great views west into the Greater Blue Mountains region.
I hadn’t noticed that there were so many significant peaks (and troughs) out there. The closest peak on the right is Mt Jellore, in the middle of a state forest of the same name. The plateau behind it, hubby thinks, is Yerranderie, all the way by Lake Burrangorang.
Even though it was overcast that day, it was clear enough to see all the way to the Upper Blue Mountains. Brilliant.
We took a drive through the neighbouring village of Tallong, out to Badgerys Lookout. It too is on the edge of the escarpment, but I’d never seen such expansive valleys before in the Southern Highlands. The river below eventually joins up with the Kangaroo River, which eventually flows into the Shoalhaven.
The bush looked much barer and drier at this end of the Shoalhaven Catchment. It also looked as if landslides were a frequent occurence.
When we emerged from the bush we were greeted by these views.
Below, Bundanoon Creek carves through the landscape towards the Shoalhaven River. I was surprised that the Shoalhaven River catchment stretched right up to these parts. The mouth of the Shoalhaven is all the way at Nowra (not too far away from Gerroa). I was to find out that the catchment area is very big indeed.