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Yesterday Noreen and I borrowed Mary,s car and set off for the hills, on a previous visit we visited a place called Springbrook Its a small village at the head of a great valley at the head there is a waterfall of about 200mt high and after a good rainfall is quite spectacular. unfortunately yesterday it was quite dry and not as spectacular as we have seen it before however on the previous visit I had knee problems and couldn't complete the 6km walk that descends into the gorge fords the river at the bottom and then has a hard climb out. this time with knee in good working order and Heart just overhauled we decided to have a go
The area is sub tropical making he undergrowth quite thick though there is a well recognised path, also being spring here everything was in full colour really beautiful the steep trek down into the gorge caused very little trouble as I had to keep stopping to take pics and its a way of slowing Noreen down as she gallops off like a whippet there is no holding her back. once down into the heart of the waterfall the hight of the fall shows the enormity of the task of climbing out again. After a good few minutes catching our breath and soaking up the splendour of the falls it was time to start the ascent, after about an hour and half a dozen relapses we reached the summit and again were reunited with the car, which meant we could now go for a coffee and lunch.
Its fair to say that here on the coast everything is very up market and sophisticated as my mum " things are done proper" the further you go into the hinterland (away from the coast) the less you see of the sophisticated life style. first cafe I ask for "two long black decafe please" black decafinated coffee I reply with a sharp grin I was told 'None of that stuff erre mate, OK just two black coffees "coming right up cobber' Noreen had forgoten her sweeteners after a short discussion it was decided not to tax the lad any further and we used the granulated supplied on the table. Ordering our lunch took a little more effort from the young man, and had to get the owner as our order seemed to mystify him a little, as the owner came out I thought a prop forward or stand off but he turned out to be a Dutch guy who had worked in Manchester and got the accent straight away and we became great mates within minutes. Here they we would refer to them as red necks of hill-billies, the Alf type of Aussie off neighbours, they are wonderful no nonsense type people, the kind you would like to have around in times of trouble and strife. just pure honest good people
all in all a great day out visiting our antipodean cousins even if most of them are foreigners just like the UK
Yesterday Noreen and I borrowed Mary,s car and set off for the hills, on a previous visit we visited a place called Springbrook Its a small village at the head of a great valley at the head there is a waterfall of about 200mt high and after a good rainfall is quite spectacular. unfortunately yesterday it was quite dry and not as spectacular as we have seen it before however on the previous visit I had knee problems and couldn't complete the 6km walk that descends into the gorge fords the river at the bottom and then has a hard climb out. this time with knee in good working order and Heart just overhauled we decided to have a go
The area is sub tropical making he undergrowth quite thick though there is a well recognised path, also being spring here everything was in full colour really beautiful the steep trek down into the gorge caused very little trouble as I had to keep stopping to take pics and its a way of slowing Noreen down as she gallops off like a whippet there is no holding her back. once down into the heart of the waterfall the hight of the fall shows the enormity of the task of climbing out again. After a good few minutes catching our breath and soaking up the splendour of the falls it was time to start the ascent, after about an hour and half a dozen relapses we reached the summit and again were reunited with the car, which meant we could now go for a coffee and lunch.
Its fair to say that here on the coast everything is very up market and sophisticated as my mum " things are done proper" the further you go into the hinterland (away from the coast) the less you see of the sophisticated life style. first cafe I ask for "two long black decafe please" black decafinated coffee I reply with a sharp grin I was told 'None of that stuff erre mate, OK just two black coffees "coming right up cobber' Noreen had forgoten her sweeteners after a short discussion it was decided not to tax the lad any further and we used the granulated supplied on the table. Ordering our lunch took a little more effort from the young man, and had to get the owner as our order seemed to mystify him a little, as the owner came out I thought a prop forward or stand off but he turned out to be a Dutch guy who had worked in Manchester and got the accent straight away and we became great mates within minutes. Here they we would refer to them as red necks of hill-billies, the Alf type of Aussie off neighbours, they are wonderful no nonsense type people, the kind you would like to have around in times of trouble and strife. just pure honest good people
all in all a great day out visiting our antipodean cousins even if most of them are foreigners just like the UK
The view from the top
Half way down the gorge
Noreen showing the way
The falls not a lot of water but still spectacular
Noreen at the base
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