Wagga Wagga to Worcestershire & back again
I think it’s fair to say this month is unlike anything any of us have experienced before. Life as we know it in Australia is grinding to a halt and it’s been pretty easy to feel overwhelmed and anxious about the months to come. Now more than ever we need to take joy in the simple pleasures in life and this is what’s been making me smile these last few weeks…
At the start of last month, Adam and I snuck off for a week long holiday in Kangaroo Valley in the Shoalhaven region of New South Wales. We were completely blown away with the area’s natural beauty and instead of hibernating away like we planned, ended up using our afternoons for slow-paced outings.
One of those adventures took us to Fitzroy Falls, nestled into the edge of a massive escarpment, within the stunning Morton National Park …
I normally relish my mornings over the weekend. For a large portion of this year my alarm has gone off at 4:45am Monday through to Friday; so that ability to wake up when your body is ready, linger in bed with a coffee and to quietly plan the day ahead is something I utterly enjoy.
On Sunday though, Adam and I decided to forgo our slow morning, in favour of something a little more active. We rose in the dark, threw on sneakers and waterproof jackets and jumped in the car with our friend Clint and drove about 20 minutes south of Wagga Wagga, where we embarked on a little dawn bush walk…
Wattle and Ash 