Feeling 95years old, with legs that simply refused to bend, I was starting to wonder when the ‘fun’ part of this ‘bushwalking for fun’ gig would actually kick in.
Instead, I just hoisted my backpack, pulled up my big girl panties and headed off for a decadently short day.
Is it my imagination? Or is it that Newcastle doesn’t seem to be getting closer?
Taking time to smell the flowers, it was Day 5 out on the Great North Walk.Continue reading