Mother’s Day morning, left the house mouselike whilst the others slept. Drove to Louds Hill Rd and walked up the fence line snapping a couple of images of the moody atmosphere.
I paused half way to look north across where plains meet the range. It was then that I realised that the slope of the hills is not as steep as I had pictured in my mind rather they are like the stretched out fingers of a hand at rest.
At the top gate I decided to satisfy a long held desire to descend via the gully. So glad I did. I find that as soon as I leave the track the landscape seems to open up revealing so much more of itself, so much so that I fell as though I were somewhere quite different.
The gully was slippy after the rain and I stepped cautiously noticing the changing rocks the more I descended.
Near the bottom I came across a long patch of tufted thistles before I took a sheep trail up to the ridge and back to the car.
(Ewan)
