One of the things I like about my part of Sydney is the bushland that surrounds us.
Walking off a suburban street and into bushland, you feel miles from suburban living, from the press of people, from the torment of traffic.
Today my walking buddy called to ask to explore a new track. Refuge Rock. Only a short drive from my home, tucked away in a neighbouring suburb I never have any inclination to visit. Why would you go to look at housing in new estates?
There are no signs to this hidden gem though the track is wide and clear, being used by rural firies and to service the electricity towers.
Initial arrival is underwhelming. Is this it? as you reach the start of a sandstone outcrop.
But the rock doesn’t stop. One massive slab with different colours and patterns and weathering and cracks and fissures.
On return, I did my usual Google of the place. Seems there are mortar impact craters from WWII artillery training. And there’s a natural arch to find.
I’m going back tomorrow to find these.