The warmth of summer seemed to linger longer this year, trailing into late April before the sharp freshness of cooler nights and mornings made their presence felt. But now the lower temperatures are here, there seem to be signs of autumn everywhere. The deciduous trees … Continue reading Arrival of Autumn
The Blue Mountains Cultural Centre at Katoomba is an amazing space. Located beside the equally fantastic Blue Mountains City Library in Parke Street, above the Coles/Village complex, the site offers a wide variety of exhibitions and resources along with a great cafe and gift shop. And … Continue reading Beneath the surface
In last week’s post I referred to the Hydro Majestic as one of the many landmarks along the Great Western Highway through the Blue Mountains. While poking about on their website, I came across a link to history tours. The tours are held daily and bookings can … Continue reading It’s just … a little crush*
There are many landmarks for the traveller along the Great Western Highway. Whilst the highway’s course has altered over time due to bypasses and road changes, there are many sections which have remained unchanged despite the perpetual roadworks over the decades. One memory of a mountain … Continue reading It’s a kind of magic*
You don’t always get to choose where you live. It might be where you were born, or where you move for study or work, for love or convenience. Sometimes it is a deliberate choice, based on a series of decisions around the kind of lifestyle … Continue reading Leather and Lace*
I stumbled across the local Blue Mountains radio station by chance when I first started to visit the area with a view to relocating here. My visits were usually on the weekend and I was taken in by the wide range of presenters, local news … Continue reading Who listens to the radio?*
It was inevitable that I would start meditating after moving to the mountains. I had tinkered with it before, mainly with a lighted candle and a sense of wrestling with the many, many monkeys that live in my mind. Meditation retreats are in plentiful supply … Continue reading Mindful in the Mountains
A gorgeous day in Katoomba – the last Sunday of summer. By chance on the local radio I heard about the first session of the Blue Mountains Radio Players for the year. I knew of them and thought it would be good to go along … Continue reading Curly the Caterpillar
There are many things to love about living in the Blue Mountains. The air, for starters. It is usually crisp, often scented with eucalyptus along with whatever is currently in bloom. The blue skies too, although to be fair there are often dramatic cloud formations. … Continue reading I’m on a foggy highway*
The local fresh food markets are on the first and third Saturday of the month in my town. The stalls are clustered on the lawn just across from the riverbank, and there is a heady mix of fresh produce including fruit and veg, saltbush lamb, yabbies, eggs and honey as well as cakes, preserved olives and plants. There are coffee carts and a pancake trailer, and another stall cooks egg and bacon rolls.
People wandered about, buying bags of potatoes and oranges (just in season, sweet and juicy), and chatting away. Some sat at the chairs and tables, others on the ground watching the passing parade. The bittersweet scent of coffee and fresh pancakes wafted through the air.
When the sun was scattered by clouds and an icy wind picked up, the crowd began to thin out. People hunkered down, necks compressing into coats and scarves, planning escape to somewhere with a bit of protection.
I bought a small bag of apples for cooking, a bunch of spinach, a jar of pistachio mustard (will be lovely on cold meat) and some lavender cream.
Then off to a cafe lunch with a friend, sitting in the warmth and chatting. A very mellow start to the weekend.