Yet ANOTHER frosty morning. Saw a few clouds in the sky at dawn and thought that this may be the last of the frosts for a while so threw on several layers of clothing and dashed out the door (forgot my hat though which was rather silly). Decided to head to Claudelands Park and the remnant old preserved bush that runs down the side of it.
Was like entering a magical world with various tantilising paths leading off to unknown adventures. So easy to get caught up in the sights, sounds and patterns of this old bush. Had to jog to ‘catch up’ and get back home at a decent time.