Out & About in the wonderful English city of Bath…
Photo: Baz – The Landy
From the top of Mt Ngungun (pronounced “Noo Noo”) and from the beach on Moreton Island as the sun slipped below the western horizon, casting a wonderful golden glow over Moreton Bay and providing a beautiful silhouette to Mt Tibrogargan and Mt Beerwah…
Inhabited by Australia’s first people for thousands of years the craggy peaks that stand tall over the region are so significant that they are listed as a “landscape of national significance”…
And hey, what a wonderful backdrop for two pelicans as they glided off into the sunset.
Strewth, you wouldn’t be dead for quids, hey…!
Photos: Baz – The Landy, South-East Queensland, Australia…
This week I had great pleasure from that feeling when I finally visited Moreton Island, nestled just off the Queensland coast and a 90 minute ferry ride from the Port of Brisbane.
Long sandy beaches, an endless blue sky, and beautiful clear waters to swim in – what a great way for us Aussies’ to welcome winter…!
I made my camp, a simple ‘swag’ under my hiking tarp, in the dunes behind the beach at Comboyuro Point on the northern end of the island.
And all within view of the Glasshouse Mountains, that were wonderfully silhouetted against a setting sun…
But hey, I’ll let the photographs tell the story of this Island Jewel, they do it far more justice than words…
Photos: Baz – The Landy, Moreton Island, Australia
Your mind’s eye is a wonderful gift that enables you to indulge your own thoughts, to pause and reflect…
Sitting around the fire later that evening, embers glowing a soft orange and providing warmth against the chill, I wondered, what thread did the tailor weave in this once thriving bush community…?
I’ll leave you to reflect…
Photo: Baz – The Landy, Yerranderie, Australia…
By Baz – The Landy
“Up on the hill,
Looking over the land,
A vista so vast,
So splendid and grand,
A Bellbird sings,
It’s a familiar tune,
A lyrebird dances,
Feathers fanned in full plume,
Nearby a ‘roo bounds,
Always nimble on its feet,
Joey’s in the pouch,
It’s a prime viewing seat,
There’s the whistle of the wind,
Rustling softly through the trees,
As an eagle overhead,
Soars high, so carefree,
Now night is descending,
The sun ever so low,
There’s the crackle of a fire,
And warmth, as embers glow…”
Poem and photos: Baz – The Landy