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”
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”
Taking the train back was like a slow ride back into reality.
Bringing back all the things I didn’t get a chance to deal with before I left. Like the bike parts I’d been carrying. I’ve been carrying bike parts around for over 600Km. Bits that needed to go on the bike. I’ve also been carrying a folder of paperwork that I hadn’t dealt with yet. Too preoccupied with travelling, getting away from the reality that surrounded me back home.
So I made it down to the south point!
Not without dramas though. It’s a 40Km walk up and back from the campground which essentially is an overnight walk. That’s all good but I’m not geared up for an overnight walk. Parks Vic were adamant that even though there was a vehicle trail most of the way down there, bikes were not permitted. Continue reading “Down to South Piont”