So what’s in this stone?
The heart this stone once connected has long since gone. The warmth and kindness it once brought with it has now disappeared. Now, the stone a challenge to hold in my hand, a reminder of the loss of something magical. It stays tucked away and hidden to keep the painful memories at bay. Continue reading “What’s in a Stone?”
This is Gizmo. He’s a rescue dog. Before he came to us he was staying with a foster family. He’d been on trial with another family but they sent him back, they didn’t want him. I’m not sure why they didn’t want him. It may have been because he was very nervous and weary of sudden movements. If you raised your hand he would back away with his tail between his legs. Hold a stick up in the air and he’s gone. He won’t walk into a small room, I have to open the backdoor before he’ll walk into the laundry. Continue reading “Gizmo”
Donna’s place, otherwise known as the “Greendale Wildlife Shelter”. A place I’ve always known to be filled with an infectious warmth and kindness. Where you’re always greeted with a hug. A place that fills you with a warmth that you carry with you when you leave. For me it’s always been a place to talk, to unload, to open up. A place to share your thoughts. Continue reading “Donna’s Place”
I’ve had to put travels on hold and head back to Melbourne. Without going into too much detail, some of the reasons for this are personal and some financial. The way I left things before I took off to ride up to Cape York was going to create more and more issues when I get back, the longer I left it.
As strange as it may seem I’ve been travelling with salad.
For some reason it’s been really hard to change my mindset. Having done a lot of hiking in the past I tend to carry light foods, dried pasta, dried fruits and nuts and powdered milk. Everything is simple. The thing I’ve struggled to get my head around is there’s usually a camp kitchen at most caravan parks and if they’re close to town there’ll be a supermarket down the road. So meals don’t have to be dehydrated or powdered crap. There’s the option to go down the street and get a few sausages or a bit or chicken. I can make a salad or whatever suites because at the moment…
Taking the train back to Bairnsdale was beautiful. Christmas came with a lot of personal challenges so the ride back was a chance to breathe and prepare for what was to come. My ass was feeling a lot better, up until I had gotten to Bairnsdale the aches and pains had just grown and grown. So the rest was well needed. I hadn’t had a chance to train for the before I left so it was a matter of just get on the bike and go. Just keep pushing! Continue reading “Ride Update #2”