I took advantage of a warm sunny day in early March, and walked along South Bank from Waterloo Station to St Paul’s. It was a spring-like 14C (a temperature never again reached while we were there, by the way), and it was lovely to walk along the banks of the Thames.
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.
Soon it was time to turn back.
A second helping of that awesome scenery.
With the added bonus of fading afternoon light.
And one last glare at the horsey (it’s a large dog, isn’t it?).
Further down the road was a herd of cows going about their business. Bridie Beagle didn’t know what to make of these creatures either. Even larger dogs?
There were plenty of calves around. This one was suckling.
I simply loved awesome scenery of the foothills. The cattle just made it more quaint.
In the afternoon the sun came out, and the hills were alive with colour.
It was also time for another walk. We passed the stables.
And there were two beautiful horses to greet us.
Bridie Beagle didn’t know what to make of the horses. Large dogs, perhaps?
On the walk back we had lovely views of the Manning River downstream.
And of the surrounding countryside.
Bridie Beagle however, was more interested in rolling around.
She did this many times.
Funny dog.
By mid-morning, the fog was long gone.
We took a walk upstream along the unsealed local road to view the rapids.
There were lots of weeds roadside – blackberry and lantana bushes, and thistles.
When we came out into the clear, we saw how far we’d come, and how steep the hill was.
We noticed that some of the trees on the hill side were a copper colour. Hubby thought they were deciduous, but I thought that a bush fire came through not so long ago.
One afternoon at the end of September, we took a drive around Brisbane Waters to the village of Killcare.
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.
Static and Silence 