We went exploring on the Central Coast the other day, taking the road from Somersby, through Kulnura and Bucketty, and into Yengo National Park. We drove along the remnants of the Old Great North Road, convict built in the 1820s and 30s, to a locality called Mogo Creek. The creek was a mere trickle where we picnicked, but there were some beautiful trees.
I gave you my heart, and the very next day you gave it away…
Er, not quite. We did however put up the Christmas tree for the first time in a few years.
And there were quite a few presents under it (not all ours).
Another creation that will be useful – a cover for my paperbacks so that it won’t be mangled in my handbag/backpack. It was also a very quick and easy knit, and a good way to use up my stash.
Work has been so busy lately that baking has fallen by the wayside. I did however bake these rolls the other week. We used them for mini burgers and sandwiches.
I previously knitted this hat for a friend. It was so cute that I had to knit one for myself.
We walked past a tangled-up tree.
To the next door neighbour’s drive way. There was a corrugated iron shed, and a field with a wonderfully green crop.
The two dogs accompanied us all the way there and back. They reminded me of Red Dog in that they loved to walk, even if it was only down the road and back. They were also very friendly, even to our sometimes anxious beagle.
It was a lovely way to end our camping trip. Early the next morning we packed up in the rising heat and humidity, and headed back home. I must say that this was the loveliest, most chilled out camping trip I’ve ever had. Even in the company of a beagle.
We are having one last walk down the road.
This time it was hot with lots of flies.
The cows and horses were in a different paddock, but we did meet some new friends – two friendly farm dogs.
The pine tree trunks river side were contorted into some interesting shapes.
But I must have one more view of the tranquil river.
I had one last morning wander by the river.
All was beautifully still.
The next day, we were woke up to a symphony of moos.
The cows had moved up to the area besides our camp site, and were having breakfast, playing in the river, and mooing.
Not a bad way to wake up, actually.
Static and Silence 