Just the other day I had a bout of Wanderlust. As I couldn’t fly off to an exotic locale at that moment I drove across town to Thunder Point.
Up at the point I walked through the scrub for a bit
then took the rocky track down to the cliff tops.
There I picked my way along uneven ground. My eyes drank in the subtle variations of colour in the rocks and vegetation.
My ears were filled with the sound of sea gnawing at the base of the cliffs below me-
On my lips I tasted the salt tang on the air as it blew in from the Southern Ocean.
My senses were on high alert. Any mis-step here and I could fall to my death.
Up ahead I saw the shell scatter of an ancient aboriginal midden. There is evidence that they have lived along this coast for 35,000 years or more.
I skirted round the edges –
– then on past the next headland. The colours of the rocks changed again – I had reached my destination – Shelly Beach –
A short walk along the shore led me to the next cove where fossilized tree trunks and roots appeared to hold up the cliff.
Higher up on the cliff face the stratified layers of geological time were revealed –
Later as I walked back to my car I saw intrepid fisherfolk perched on the cliff edge. They were braver than me to walk so close to the edge.
Once I got back to my car I only had to drive for a few minutes to get back to my house. Although I’d only been away for a couple of hours I felt like I’d journeyed back into pre-history.
(When I uploaded the photos to my computer I wished I’d taken the images with a camera rather than my old phone. Hopefully I will be able to buy one before the next bout of Wanderlust hits. As soon as I get one I’ll be back down to Shelly Beach to take more shots.)