Hands on Wall

Last week Master Z got his P’s (similar to NZ’s restricted license) meaning we now have the ability to get off “The Farm” to go places and do things on our own schedule and further a-field then the main street of Mudgee!

On Wednesday this led us to a river that Master Z and his family camped at for over 30 years every Christmas and an aboriginal site named “Hands on Wall”- where Master Z had been as a child but this was his first return since.

After a picnic beside the extremely idyllic river we both had a strong urge to jump into the beautiful clear water but being the middle of winter one of us decided it was a very bad idea... surprisingly this was me!    On the other hand, Master Z decided to strip down to his birthday suit and jump on in... for three seconds... then with a “wow, it’s really cold” he turned around and did it again... for another three seconds. He then promptly (and hilariously) put his clothes on as fast as humanly possible!

Another 15minutes down the road and I successfully managed to trek 1200 meters, through the bush - in heels - to see said hands 

It was a beautiful trek, with a few hairy ankle wobbles on rocks that didn’t agree with my choice of footwear but who cares, when boys (Master Z’s brother) challenge you with statements like “It is a bit of a hike, maybe doing it in heels is not such a great idea” I as a female felt that I must stand up and contradict such opinions with lady logic (or as my mother may call it - blind stubbornness).

Today the plan is to go to “The Drip” (Australians are so original with the naming of places at times)... I think though that the weather has other ideas... the grey clouds that are looming are slightly ominous, so I may have further photo’s/stories for you tomorrow, or I may unfortunately not.

Love always,

Miss R x