I have to confess that I basically suck when it comes to taking time out!
But living in the Blue Mountains is definitely helping to motivate me in that regard as it’s easy for me to head off for beautiful walks or to take in gorgeous views or to explore a town I’ve not really looked at before.
Today was one of those days when I felt inspired to take some time out to enjoy a perfect blue sky day with incredibly crisp, fresh air (which is also very cold!).
After a pleasant breakfast I headed up to Blackheath – a few towns further up the Mountains from where I live – to go to Govett’s Leap lookout and take in the spectacular view over the huge Grose Valley, including of the very pretty Bridal Veil Falls.
There were a handful of people there from all over the world taking it in with me and it made me happy to think that I can come and enjoy it whenever I like!
View over one of the labyrinth-type areas of the Grose Valley, taking in Pulpit Rock, Mount Hay and (I think!) Butterbox Point where I plan to go walking very soon.
I took a few photos, gazed at the view for ages, took in lots of fresh air, wandered to different spots around the lookout and wished I was wearing my walking shoes to do a bit more exploring (next time!).
Now I’m home again I thought I’d share what I enjoyed.
Remnants of some flowers clinging to the top of the cliff.
To give an idea of scale, you have to remember that the carpet of green in the valley is made up of full size (ie. very tall!) gum trees. The tops of the cliffs can be up to 500 metres above the bottom of the valley floor.
Grose Valley view with Bridal Veil Falls to the right.
I’ve got more photos from today and lots of other photos from the Blue Mountains in my Flickr if you’d like to see more.
I am loving your views.
I look out my window this morning at 6am. The sky is full of dust and its colour that of the squishy bits of a Milky Way bar. The continuous grinding and tapping of metal from construction sites reverberates in my head. I cannot see the Arabian Gulf through the dust and haze. It is already 32C.
I no longer remember what cold air feels like. Freshness is something for other people, living far from here. I would love to swim in sea water that was not the same temperature as a cup of tea…
If you fly me home, I promise to do a handstand.
by James on 29 June 2010 at 2:26 pm |