Fire on water,
And painted across the skies.
The day is over.
In 2010, Dean and I had been bushwalking by ourselves for over two years and thought we could improve our knowledge of this activity we enjoyed so much by joining a bushwalking club.
I considered this would be the first and last bushwalk I would undertake with a group of walkers.
Their approach, or more accurately, their attitude, was not for me. I only hoped I would still want to go bushwalking with my husband, but firstly, I had to get out of the mess I was in.