I love walking, it’s a great contrast to sitting in front a computer five days a week (sometimes more).
Nay and I ventured to Royal National Park (just south of Sydney). Many may recall that it was ‘wiped’ out by bushfire in the late 1990s. I’ve flown over it on many occasions when traveling from Sydney to Canberra. So it was a nice change to actually work amongst it.
We parked the car at a place called Little Garie. A number of surfers seemed to enjoy the good waves crashing near the beach. We walked under a high cliff and arrived at a group of huts that looked like holiday homes. Many were built in the 1920s and 30s. Since then, the land has become part of NSW National Park and there has been a battle by the owners to retain them.
Nay wasn’t at all impressed with the large hill we had to climb and dreaded heading back over it. We stopped on a small hill between North and South Era and enjoyed lunch, watching a whale amongst the boats and ships that passed by.
On our returned I talked Nay into scaling our menacing hill, by taking our time. She got over it with no trouble. Mind you, her legs were stiff for two days afterwards.
Later that afternoon we traveled to Bundeena, in the north of the park, and walked to the site of some aboriginal carvings. Along the way we saw two middle-aged nude men, sunning themselves on a small beach. Cover your eyes kiddies!
On the way home we dropped by Cronulla for some fish and chips. To cut a long story short, we ended up at Nando’s.
