Spurred on by the High Country: Hiking in Alpine National Park

“It looks like this is the path”. My husband stopped short and assessed the hill ahead of him. The marked path had petered out and we could just make out a winding dirt trail creep its way up the hill at an angle of about 60 degrees. Stretching out a hand, he helped me make the ascent, my feet struggling to find traction on the loose dirt. His sure footed boots reverberated behind me and helped me keep pace. My pack weighing heavily on my back, my camera posed clumsily around my neck, I was unaware that for the next couple of hours, up would be the only way to go. Continue reading “Spurred on by the High Country: Hiking in Alpine National Park”

Moomba and the Birdman Rally

It’s March again and so once more we welcome the Moomba festival to the banks of the Yarra River in Melbourne. Celebrated as part of the March Labour Day weekend, the Moomba festival is now in its 60th year, having started in response to Queen Elizabeth II’s first visit to Melbourne in 1954. Moomba, loosely translated as “let’s get together and have fun” is lauded as a ‘festival for the people’. Continue reading “Moomba and the Birdman Rally”

Summer Fun at Cape Bridgewater

The Australian salute. Only ever required on the odd occasion and almost always in the height of summer. A flick of the wrist – left, right, left – elbow held steady, ninety degrees to your face. Living in Australia, its instinctive, you don’t even realise you’re hand is raised and flapping. Sometimes its effective, but often it’s almost better to fly the white flag and head inside in defeat. Heading out on the seal walk in Cape Bridgewater I was in desperate need of one such flag. Perhaps one giant white flag would actually do the trick; take ‘em all on and wipe them out in one fell swoop just when they thought I had accepted defeat. My husband’s back had already lost the battle, his green jacket was now a hive of black. Our baby daughter strapped to his chest had been mummified; swaddled from head to foot lest their army would strike into her oft open mouth. Barely unable to keep pace with the two of them as they pushed through enemy lines, my arm was in overdrive, windscreen wipers for my face, but still they persisted. Cooped inside for days, I was desperate to get outside and do some sightseeing, but I hadn’t accounted for this;  Continue reading “Summer Fun at Cape Bridgewater”