I love my little  village of Blackheath. I do joke and call it Bleakheath, but only with affection.  It’s in the  upper Blue Mountains of New South Wales, so the seasons are well defined.  Spring is gorgeous and  snow  can occasionally transform it in winter.  But it’s  in autumn that  it shows its full glory.

Cherry trees provide a delightful welcome at the railway station.

Cherry Trees at the station.

A beautiful greeting.

Tourists snap away along Wentworth Street, and  so do I. The trees are liquidambars.

Early colour in Wentworth Street looking north.

Old church all in Wentworth Street Blackheath NSW

The old church hall in Wentworth Street.

Wentworth Street Blackheath


Tourists risk life and limb  as they try to capture the best images. There are not many places where you can risk sitting down in the middle of the street.


Tourists in Wentworth Street Blackheath

Visitors in Wentworth Street

I love this little weatherboard cottage next door to the police station.

Cottage in Wentworth Street

So pretty.

The photograph below is at the southern end of the same street, close to the village centre.


One tree seems to have every colour in an artist’s palette. Yes, that’s me underneath it. For a writer, Blackheath is an inspirational  paradise, except that I spend too much time out and about with my camera!



I managed to persuade my partner Rob to pose  (well stand) below some American pin oaks.



The  oaks  also make a great show at the intersection of Wentworth Street  and Gardiner’s Crescent, and ‘storybook’  red and white toadstools pop up  across the road. There are also plenty of  edible orange ‘pine’ mushrooms around.


Kookaburrra in oak tree at Blackheath NSW

Kooka in the oak.


Oak Alley












A local gnome is dwarfed by this one.

Editor Des in Autum










Up by the station there is more beautiful colour from maples and pin oaks along the Great Western Highway.



Golden colour outside the medical clinic cheers us up when we go for our flu shots;

Boston Ivy turning colour on a wall beside the bakery in Wentworth Street;

Boston Ivy

Boston Ivy in Wentworth Street Blackheath

A few days later.

More crimson from a male king parrot;

King Parrot in autumn


Park Avenue is noted for the cherry trees, planted by residents in the1950s.

Cherry Tree in Blackheath

As pretty in autumn as in spring.

Carpetof cherry tree leaves.

A cherry tree carpet.


The birds  in our garden love autumn too; plenty of nuts and seeds to feed on.

Acrobatic King Parrot.

A Crimson Rosella enjoying the seeds of the tulip tree.

A delicious breakfast

Japanese maple trees are a favourite.

Sulphur crested cockatoo showing off his crest.

View from the window of  my top floor study;

Tlip tree in autumn

Looking out to the variegated tulip tree.


Down by the letter box.

Maples in front of the deck.

Pure gold.

Carpet of maple leaves.

Nature’s carpet.

Old barrow and autumn leaves


As the leaves fall and the weather gets colder it’s lovely to have a cheery wood fire.


Autumn means cosy fires.

And a scarf is a good idea too.

Here is good finale, taken in the village Come on up everyone!



Editor Des in autumn

My associate Editor Des, hanging out in autumn.

Here is a little piece on why Blackheath became my home…..TREE CHANGE



  1. Pauline, i thoroughly enjoyed your article about Blackheath, a town i have stayed in a few times and it has never ceased to disappoint. I shall certainly be wanting to stay during the autumn next time. I shall recommend an autumn holiday for my fellow book club friends next year maybe. I think we would really love it there.

    • Pauline

      Thanks Perry. Yes, really looking wonderful right now. Spring is gorgeous, but somehow autumn is my favourite season. Let me know if you come up and we can have coffee.

  2. Great Fall colors. I love the photos of the outdoors near your home.

    • Pauline

      Thanks Heather. Yes, the whole village is looking wonderful. Mild, sunny days too.

  3. Pauline, thank you for your wonderful Autumn photos of Blackheath which was my ‘home-town’ from 1950 until I departed for the big-smoke in 1965 to find work. My Mum lived in Arcadia Street from 1948 until 1993 bringing up 3 children on her own and being involved with many Charities, Schools and C of E committees always baking cakes for stalls and functions and doing part-time work in the Village shops. Mum was also on the organizing committee of the 1885-1985 Blackheath Village and School Centenary celebrations which were fantastic.

    I have a few ‘huge’ Calendars for 1985 which are very interesting indeed.

    I still visit Blackheath as much as I can as I have fond (and un-fond) memories and also visit one of my Blackheath Kindergarten lifelong friends who still lives there.

    I enjoyed reading your ‘Collins’ story and wonder if Linda Collins is related (she is a longtime Blackheath lady who runs a shop there) ??

    Keep enjoying !!

    • Pauline

      Thanks Lorraine. I write a lot about Blackheath. We have been here 16 years, having moved up from Sydney to enjoy the birdlife and the seasonal changes. Are you sure the lady you are thinking of isn’t Linda Collier, who runs the crystal shop in the arcade?

  4. Just beautiful, thank you.

  5. Lovely Pauline,

    hope to get up to Blackheath some weekend soon and look for leaves and birds…


    • Pauline

      Will be looking great in a couple of weeks Brad. As long as the damn rain stops!

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