Bush-walking in the rain

This is the blog of Mark Wordsworm, the travelling worm. I’m a 25-year-old bookmark and can proudly boast my own Hallmark serial number, 95 HBM 80-1. You’ll probably want to read all about me and my Travelling Companion (the TC) .

Today’s travel notes

The TC is mad. Not raving, just quietly but significantly bananas. This is by now a well-established fact. Nevertheless it bears repeating. In particular, if she invites you out on a walk and says the clouds mean nothing, don’t believe her!

Last week she went walking in the Manly Dam reserve in a rain storm.

My impressions? I do concede that the TC is right when she says the Ozzie bush is beautiful in the rain.

Travel tip

Don’t wear shoes that matter to you. When it rains in the Australian bush, you’ll be up to your ankles in fast-flowing mud within five minutes.

The book I’m in

Blindman’s Bluff, by Faye Kellerman. I’ve moved on a few pages since yesterday. I’m still near enough the middle of the book to feel secure, but it’s getting close to the time when I start worrying that the thickness of pages left is not enough to prevent me warping.

The photos

Me in the Sydney wet. I tend to go to pieces in a storm, and my famous blue raincoat is torn at the shoulder. Luckily I had another effective, if less stylish, waterproof covering with me:

Bush-walking in the rain

Picture this: It’s pouring with rain, all sensible souls are playing couch potato couch potato, but there’s the TC setting off into the bush with her purple umbrella unfurled:

Bush-walking in the rain

It’s not long before she starts ooh-ing and aah-ing at the sights she beholds. The only camera at hand is her iPhone, but she is not deterred. Every photo in this blog post was taken on the iPhone:

Bush-walking in the rain

“Ooh,” coos the TC, “the fairies have strung up their party lights behind an Old Man Banksia”:

Bush-walking in the rain

Raindrops dangle:

Bush-walking in the rain

If you look carefully, you’ll see the spider lurking in the leaf on his rain-spangled web:

Bush-walking in the rain

Don’t expect to stay dry even if it’s not actually raining. Dripping branches bar your way:

Bush-walking in the rain

Rivulets of water make swirling patterns in the sand, echoing the patterns in the rock:

Bush-walking in the rain

Here’s a vista with a rain-lit bush in the foreground:

Bush-walking in the rain

A grass tree in the wet. People also call these plants blackboys or Xanthorrhoea:

Bush-walking in the rain

Raindrops perched on the flower of an Old Man Banksia:

Bush-walking in the rain

A path full of puddles mirroring the trees, with the TC’s somewhat inelegant and extremely sodden foot at bottom right:

Bush-walking in the rain

Two mini waterfalls where there’s usually just dry rock:

Bush-walking in the rain

The “bleeding” gum trees look even more bloody and gruesome when they’re wet:

Bush-walking in the rain

More droplets sprinkled on leaves and flowers:

Bush-walking in the rain

This is the waterfall in the Manly Dam reserve, in full spate after recent heavy rainfall. The TC took this photo today, a week after all the others:

Bush-walking in the rain

That’s all for today dudes.

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A praying mantis eating a lizard

This is the blog of Mark Wordsworm, the travelling worm. I’m a 25-year-old bookmark and can proudly boast my own Hallmark serial number, 95 HBM 80-1. You’ll probably want to read all about me and my Travelling Companion (the TC) .

Today’s travel notes

Me and the TC spotted a praying mantis eating a lizard this afternoon. The TC was appalled but fascinated. Out came the camera, of course. Being not of a ghoulish disposition, I visited the site only after the drama was over.

Warning: If you’re anything like the me and TC, you’ll find the pictures gross. A note of comfort from this worm: The lizard was definitely dead. The TC checked before she took the photos. The lizard’s head was mostly disconnected from its body. Any twitching limbs or tail are purely reflex.

Travel tip

Stay out of the way of praying mantises, even if you’re bigger than they are.

The book I’m in

Blindman’s Bluff, by Faye Kellerman. I’m tempted to say I know who dun it. This is another great book by Faye. She never disappoints this worm.

The photos

Me surveying the site of the drama, well after all parties had dispersed:

A praying mantis eating a lizard

Here’s the mantis caught in the act:

A praying mantis eating a lizard

They’re half way up a tree fern near Sydney, in New South Wales, Australia. Getting down to it:

A praying mantis eating a lizard

Here’s the video:

Meal over:

That’s all for today dudes.