You see, it seems a common thing in Sydney for trains to not arrive when you expect them to. My experience with public transport is fairly limited but I’ve always thought that if you had a choice between buses and trains, go for the train because they don’t have to contend with peak hour traffic. The trains in Brisbane are for the most part very reliable and I’ve never had one turn up more than maybe 30 seconds late. Consequently, when I look up at the departure board and see that a train leaves in 1 minute, I really do think that it will leave in 1 minute, so I’d better hoof it to the platform in a hurry or I will miss it.

Consequently, over my three days in Sydney, I did a lot of running back and forth between platforms and was almost disappointed to find that it was for no reason when I got to the platform and the train was late, yet again. Oh and by the way, if you see a bloke who looks remotely Warwick Cappa - don’t ask him what the time is. His watch is still stuck on daylight saving time and all you will achieve is bolting from one end of Circular Quay to the other to catch a train that doesn’t leave for another full hour.

  Part of the cafe area at Parramatta Park

Mojo is suitably unimpressed and given the lack of teeth marks, Rosie won’t even use them as a chew toy. Obviously, Honda is making WAY too much money from their car sales and can think of no better way to waste it than to send it to householders who haven’t even expressed interest in their product.

So representatives of Honda, should you ever read this, the moggies would request that some liver treats or toy mice should be included in the next selection of propaganda mailed out. They would definitely be more useful in this house than a pair of drum sticks - even if they are printed with a catchy slogan on the handles. What can I say? The moggies are hard to please.

“They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.”

LEST WE FORGET

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It’s not as small as it appears. That’s the thing about travelling on foot, you gain a much greater appreciation for the actual size of things. And the thing about going somewhere new that is much bigger than you give it credit for, you gain a very good appreciation of having a reliable track map - something which I did not think to obtain before setting out. Of course, had I looked at the track map before going out, I would have taken notice of the disclaimer that states that not all tracks are finalised. Fortunately, my trusty dog has better sense of direction than I do and quite often would refuse to go down a signposted path which I would have preferred to take. Having looked at the map, now that I’m home, I’m glad she has a bit of a stubborn streak in her or else I would have been headed into the middle of nowhere - albeit in spectacularly good company.

To cut a long story short, we did get a little misdirected. I refuse to say lost because I knew where I was - on a well-maintained track in the Karawatha Forest that had to lead somewhere. LOL But boy were we eternally grateful to see the grassy picnic area, the bridge over the creek and above all - the car park. We were back to where we started….we just took the extremely scenic route.

Having said that, it is a really lovely area and I’d like to spend a little more time there to get to know it better. If you decide to go yourself, it’d be a good idea if you take this map with you.