awildland

We arrived during a wicked thunderstorm; driving headlong into clouds the colour of the bitumen road. Then, torrential rain and the wipe...

The sweeping, grassy hillsides are thick with daisies; their bright, white and yellow faces smiling away as I walk past. There’s an ancien...

There is meant to be a mountain above us. I keep looking up in hope. I see nothing but a ceiling of cloud - the sky, overcast and...

I love bushwalker log books; but, this one is particularly unforgettable. It is housed in a silver box, attached firmly t...

Picture this: a large rock midstream in a fast flowing river. The rock protrudes above the water. A swift current races around it ...

The Barrington Tops, in NSW, is renowned as the watershed of 14 different rivers including the once mighty Manning , the Ka...