Finding my feet again on Knocklofty and seeing some of the wind damage.

Taking my bike up for a little walk on Knocklofty before heading into the city.

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Bells, lily of the valley, tarnished silver, an aborted trip and a downpour.

Mizzle makes a perfect reflection and writing day.

Sun-warmed nectarines and pyjamas, and a long snooze.

Approaching the Cave after a day of things falling into place.

Heading for bed at the end of a fulfilled day.

An exquisite day and I am feeling myself again, walking, writing and training my wilderness.

Wrestling with bindweed and feeling more alert as a result.

kunanyi at 07.30 this morning. Image from Hobart City Council webcam.

Walking in exciting weather and trying to re-gird my loins.