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.
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.
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:
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:
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:
“Ooh,” coos the TC, “the fairies have strung up their party lights behind an Old Man Banksia”:
If you look carefully, you’ll see the spider lurking in the leaf on his rain-spangled web:
Don’t expect to stay dry even if it’s not actually raining. Dripping branches bar your way:
Rivulets of water make swirling patterns in the sand, echoing the patterns in the rock:
Here’s a vista with a rain-lit bush in the foreground:
A grass tree in the wet. People also call these plants blackboys or Xanthorrhoea:
Raindrops perched on the flower of an Old Man Banksia:
A path full of puddles mirroring the trees, with the TC’s somewhat inelegant and extremely sodden foot at bottom right:
Two mini waterfalls where there’s usually just dry rock:
The “bleeding” gum trees look even more bloody and gruesome when they’re wet:
More droplets sprinkled on leaves and flowers:
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:
That’s all for today dudes.