I took a whole day (mostly) away from work yesterday. And I spent part of it walking in the wilderness with a friend. I’ve been struggling with some health issues in the last few days and decided I need to do something inspiring to help me feel a bit better – and as if I’m not just a work machine!
So we headed out for a brief exploration of Butterbox Point near Mount Hay in the Blue Mountains, a few kilometres away from where I live. I’ve been wanting to go to this spot for about a year now after seeing some beautiful photographs of it.

Butterbox Point – also called the Hay Monolith, I believe. To give an idea of scale the cave seen at the base of the rocks to the right is almost as tall as an average room.
To get there requires a relatively slow drive of 15km along a narrow, winding and hilly dirt road, which for about 90% of the way is surrounded by nothing but beautiful wilderness. After a fairly scary (and very slow!) drive along a slippery and uneven section of cliff face, we soon came to the end of the road, with the top of Mount Hay looming in front of us and a walking track heading off into the heath.
Right from where we left the car the views are spectacular, but of course they got better the further we walked. And the landscape surrounding the track is very beautiful. Even on a grey day in winter it looked very pretty and there were plenty of wildflowers – in a couple of months time I imagine the area will be carpeted in them.
We walked out to Butterbox Point which is perched on the edge of the Grose Valley and around to the back of it, where we sat for a while and enjoyed the amazing views down into the huge valley wilderness below. There wasn’t a soul to be seen apart from ourselves and it was very still and quiet, apart from some birds singing.
We pondered a memorial carved into the rock for someone who had died in 1997 and wondered if they really had died at that very spot (the drop into the valley is a few hundred metres from that point and there is no fencing). And then we turned back, feeling that what we could see of the rest of the track was a bit too exposed and covered in a few too many loose rocks to feel especially safe.
So by the time I got home I did feel better. And I’m feeling very keen to go back out there again to do some more serious exploring – and much more serious photo taking (I had my camera on the wrong setting and the photos I did take are mostly terrible!).


I have to confess that I basically suck when it comes to taking time out! 



This has been going on since Christmas, but in the last fortnight has been unbelievably bad. People who have lived in this area for 30 years or more say they’ve never seen anything like it.
Today I took some photographs in my garden – part of researching for new jewellery designs, but also just because the flowers are so beautiful now that spring is in full swing. So I thought I’d share some of them.











… Leaving Sydney, that is.





