Next up, the Blue Mountains to see our dear friends Mr & Mrs S, A and Millie the furball for the night then onto Mr A and his mischievous pair of West Highland White terriers, Napoleon and Dougall. The Last of the Summer Wine has long gone in these misty cool parts, with chilly nights and nippy leaden cloud days. Still, it’s good to be back here. 

I’ve always loved this climate for some reason – so odd then that we moved to the tropics! But for now, that classic mountain early morning walk through the Fairfax track, the yellow Wattle bursting out everywhere you look with the odd vivid splash of Mountain Devil (Lambertia formosa) to pop against the muted greens and greys of the Gums. Glorious.

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Link above to Lyre Bird display in the Blue Mountains