Walk with Jack

Our friend Jack was visiting for one precious day so we took him for an early morning walk around Chewton on one of our favourite tracks.

First we crossed the highway and slipped down Ottery Street to Forest Creek, now dry except for a stinky waterhole of stagnant water.  Continue reading “Walk with Jack”


At the oval, again

I hadn’t intended walking the oval this morning, but Mr P dragged me in that direction.  He was right of course: it is a lovely place at 6:30 in the morning.

For the first time, we enter through the granite gate which is also the War Memorial and where wreathes are laid every Anzac Day. Continue reading “At the oval, again”

Vanity vs curiosity

We had a lovely thunderstorm last night – 9.5mm in the rain gauge. There are puddles and dampness everywhere and the morning is pepperminty fresh. We have taken the track through Angus Flat. What used to be a pine plantation until recently is now reduced to mulch which lines the track.  We favour this track over the main road – it’s really a bush walk a couple of hundred metres parallel to the highway.  There is evidence of old gardens here: apple and quince trees gone wild and grown huge drip with infant fruit.  Continue reading “Vanity vs curiosity”

Catching the wind

Woke this morning with the words from Donovan’s song, Catch the Wind going around in my head.  Pumpkin and I headed off for an early morning walk before breakfast.

The first thing to greet us was a high jet stream splitting the sky in two. It seemed like a gift. A cool, gentle breeze was blowing and all around, flowers, grasses and leaves were dancing. The sun was still low and the shadows were long, turning my friendly canine into a lurching wolf. Continue reading “Catching the wind”

At the oval

A favourite place of ours to walk to and around is the soccer oval, home to Castelmaine Goldfields SC, located in the  Chewton Soldiers Memorial Park.
A lot of kangaroos hang out there overnight, and in the early morning, when they have headed off to their daytime hideouts, there is always a lot of new roo poo for Pumpkin to sniff and, if it is fresh enough, to roll in. Continue reading “At the oval”