After the initial dryness at the heights of the track we were soon to encounter greener terrain of ferns, moss, velvyty lichen, the dank and damp designed to please after the dry. The river seemed lonely in its stillness, free from boats, river craft of any description. Not even a solitary kayak. Seldom do we view an expanse of water so close to suburbia without at least a paddle or two. A single fisher-boy and his dog looking or the path downwards. Trees, water and river, banksias and tree-grass , a windless blue sky day made a bit of heaven on earth.
Stepping carefully we wound down and then up again, some carved steps with glimpses of glittery water glimpses with sudden cinema screen wide angle views. Greetings from lorikeets loudly jostling way above us.
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