A MISTY WALK IN BLACKHEATH

A MISTY WALK IN BLACKHEATH

I rather like misty days, they remind  me of cool flannels being placed on fevered brows. Our property adjoins the Blue Mountains’  National Park and sometimes bushwalkers  become disoriented, blundering  into my garden. I point them in the direction of Govett’s Leap, with a gentle warning to

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