I missed the sunrise because the clouds wanted exclusive viewing rights, but the rain was finished so no need to get my poncho out for its first run. another long reef walk round a cliff to a more private beach. After breakfast we drove to my new beach and continued the beach walk and another reef. A couple of swimmers, half a dozen beach sitters, a jogger and a few dogs including Koda, a young white alsatian and his mum.
In a previous work life, Corrie had spent time at a one-cafe beach. It looked tiny until we actually walked on to the beach and it was one of those ‘kilometres of sand beaches’, so another vast rock pool platform and a crumbling rock cliff face were our highlights.
The next beach was Kiama which has been transformed in the last ten years. A lot of new shops and units, a fascinating ‘below the road exquisite row of old shops with a more contemporary atmosphere entertained Corrie for a while. It was then another fast walk through a delightful park to yet another reef. I’m not sure whether our luck was in with the tide out, or it was like this with the tide in.
Charred trees stood tall beside us as we ‘roadworked’ our way along the Princes Highway. We are back in Sydney for Corrie’s urgent dental appointment, but will leave on Tuesday to traverse the north coast before coming back on the last day of June, visiting parts of the state we missed on our earlier journey.
PS
A friend of mine (as you can see in comments – day 12, researched the photo I took of some aboriginals, who saved a lot of the folk from Gundagai from drowning. I wish I had written this at the time. Anyway I will give you a general link because this story needs to be re-told. For your information, you can google: ‘The Great Rescue of 1852 sculpture in Gundagai”.
It’s easy just to fall into a pattern
Repeating habis like we’ve always done,
With nothing new where we can hold a lantern
To spur us on and show where we have shone.
Some times we feel so tired and want to sleep
No cause for this – it simply seems a waste,
So when I’m tired I’ll climb a hill so steep
The patterns changed, a fresh one I can taste.
Now use your brain – create your own design
While giving you a neuroplastic feel,
Avoiding dreaded Parkinson’s resign
To concentrate on different ways to heal.
Don’t underestimate the power you hold
Extend yourself and be a little bold.
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Oh no — not an emergency dental appointment! Not fair!
Hello dear Will and Coralie
Wonderful poem William – so valid for all Parkinsons sufferers, and for that matter, everyone who is or feels stuck in entrenched, dull habits that aren’t serving them, i.e. the great majority of us. I include myself in that group.
So two weeks later, here you are back in Old Sydney Town! You’ve had quite a journey, and we’ll be interested to hear about the highlights for you in hindsight – what really stood out for you. We might even be able to do that over a cup of extended coffee or fermented grape juice. You go up the north coast from Sydney on Tuesday, and we go down to Sydney from the Gold Coast on Wednesday, so you never know. That cup of coffee or juice sounds like a real possibility! Enjoy your time in Sydney (although visits to the dentist would not be considered as enjoyable).
Much love
Janine and Narayan