Friday 30th October 2015 Got way behind with the BLOG - so just a bunch of dot points to prompt Mal's memory. He needs all the help he can get. Depart Coolah Castlereigh Highway to Lithgow - annoying ute passes us and then slows down, and then speeds up and then is all over the place speed wise - not deliberately, just no cruise control and probably other things on his mind. Warratahs on the Bell's line of Road - Sue stops for a quick photo session 2 x ne...

Tuesday 27th October Today was a travel day. You know the routine, pack up and rack off. We expected the road to be muddy after the storms but she had dried out and all that was missing was the dust. The run down the Namoi River Road is a delight. The hills come up close and personal at times and then drift away to make some attractive skylines. At one point there is an intriguing rocky out crop which had deep reds and purples contrasting with green vines th...

Sunday 25th October The Eastern Yellow Robin calls, wake up sleepy heads. The clouds skate across the sky and another day dawns on King's Plains. We pack up slowly and wander off along the dirt road to Inverell. A lot of normal stuff needs to be done, like fuel, water and some shopping. A few phone calls later and we are heading South out of town as the horse folk, all gathered at the show grounds ride around doing their thing. There are hundreds of th...

Friday 23 October A quiet day, a perfect day. Mal painted, played his guitar, read a book, and photographed some birds. We had a damper for late breakfast and then a camp oven tea of curried sausages. Sue had wandered far and wide and filled her camera with small birds. We relaxed in our camp chairs as the setting sun warmed the clouds above the ridgeline. A light appeared in the heavens heading East, was it a plane, was it a satellite? We were not ...

Thursday 22 October We plunged down the cliff face into the gorge. Sue's boots fighting for grip and Mal intent on following a path only a suicidal mountain goat on drugs would attempt. We could see the pool at the bottom of the gorge and the long slanted slope of rock which the falls, don't fall down at all, but like us just slide down with gritted teeth. We slid down the last slippery dip designed by Beelzebub himself, and Sue reached out and grabbed ...