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”
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”