In December we are planning a five-day tramp in the Richmond Range with a couple of friends who have recently been trekking in South America, carrying full packs up over 5000 metres, so Felicity and I feel like we need to increase our fitness level significantly. Today seemed like a good opportunity to head into the bush out near the west coast for a hike. Continue reading Goldie’s Bush
Yesterday I rode a bunch of Woodhill trails for what might be the last time. Next week the loggers arrive to harvest the pine trees. The bike park hopes to be able to repair the tracks afterwards, but they will be out in the open for quite a few years; the sandy surface will dry out faster and be less fun to ride.
I’ve just returned home from a very pleasant outing to the West coast, where Ian Thomsen was celebrating his 60th birthday. Judith went early in the morning to work as a kitchen slave, but we arrived at midday, just as the BBQ was being lit.
We didn’t even manage two of the five whole beef fillets, but it was an excellent feed. I was sure glad I went for a run this morning.
After eating, everyone except the serious drinkers went for a walk on the beach. I enjoyed catching up with Elaine, recently returned from nearly four years in London.
A brief shower of rain encouraged us to turn back, but by the end of the beach it seemed sunny again, so we climbed the steps to see the gannets. A much heavier shower saw most of the group heading for home, but I stayed for a while with Murray watching the birds.