What the Blue Mountains Hold

What the Blue Mountains hold



Paper Bark Trees

Summer, winter slender trees,

Stroke their delicate fingers across a deep blue sky.

Half undressed,

Bark garments hang seductively  

From a mottled torso.

Roots sink deeply

Into a caressing, red, earth.

The times that I have had the opportunity to travel to the southern hemisphere has always come with that sense of great adventure. Travelling to the other side of the world sounds so grand. It has been three times now that I have ventured so far down and each visit has been rich in experience. Indeed on this last trip, Sydney has become somewhere I feel I know my way round. It was quiet exciting to know that our return would mean we could go visit some favourite places from the first trip.

The Rocks! Oh my goodness the most sublime way to spend a Sunday morning wandering around one of the oldest parts of Sydney, sampling the friendly atmosphere of the weekend street market or finding an open air café; pulling up a chair; ordering some delicious food and watching the world go by. Then the thrill that we could once again go and enjoy an evening meal at Fish at the Rocks – best fish restaurants in Sydney?

Darling Harbour, Sydney
Darling Harbour, Sydney Australia


We also had the opportunity to explore somewhere new, when we decided to book onto a tour of the Blue Mountains. All the advertised tours promised spectacular views, exclusive lunches and return cruises. But ultimately you are on a tour bus with a lot to see and little time or space to savour the moment, as lots of other tour buses offering the same unique experience, turn up within five minutes of your group arriving. Accepting reality seemed the way to go.

Visiting Featherdale Wildlife Park, however, was a revelation. I must confess to having gone with a limited expectation. I am not sure that I am comfortable with wildlife parks and to me the visit was an add on, in order to make the tour seem worth the money. But I was wrong. I met the Koalas along with a small family of penguins, and I was lost. The pure pleasure of watching the slightly spaced out sleeping koalas, perched precariously in a tree , was sheer heaven.