Grandchildren, Autumn colour, mountains, fresh air, lyre birds, walking tracks and an Old World Guest House
How special to be invited to join the family for a few days to play again in the Blue Mountains, all of us staying at an ‘old world’ Guest House in Katoomba and returning to Blackheath to reminisce and remember the playground our family enjoyed in the young years..
The Dharug and Gundungurra Peoples welcome you
to this special place and ask that
you acknowledge, respectand appreciate its story
and sacred beauty
The family left for Katoomba early as they were booked in for the Scenic World Experience which included the Scenic Railway down into the Valley and a Valley walk to see the amazing interactive sculptures, to see the old coal mine, then up the cliff and across on the Scenic Skyway. It was a fun morning for them. Edison was excited about the waterfalls, and being in the front row going down in the train the steepest train in the world, into the valley and Darcy loved his map and kept showing us where he went.
Michael and I took our time and stopped for a picnic lunch at one of our nostalgic venues Wentworth Falls Fall Lookout . The air was electric, the sky so blue and each deciduous tree was turning in their perfect timing. There was a helicopter going back and forth and a National Parks woman explained they were dropping material along tracks for maintenance and taking out rubbish. It did take away from the serenity I was wanting so much but suddenly they took a break and the silence was hypnotic Not even the Falls could be heard where we sat.
We arrived at the Guest House . . very old world with a breakfast room, dining room, games rooms and piano and had the character of a well known jazz lounge in its younger days. At least the many posters decorating the walls were nostalgic for those heady days.
We all went then to see the Three Sisters and we walked down about 80 steps with some metal ladders and out across the bridge to the first sister. We had a great picnic in one of the original caves. Everything was so quiet . . . by that I mean not many people . . .they had a quiet morning at Scenic world and we had no trouble parking at the Three Sisters. We were spoilt as it was not a public holiday and little could we predict the Easter crowds.
On face book Jessica wrote of their day
What a perfect first day of holidays in the Blue Mountains. We spent the day at Scenic World Blue Mountains. We went down the steepest railway 🚃 , walked the long track for the Sculptures in the Valley and then came back up the cableway 🚡 then we took the skyway out over the valley and stopped over Katoomba Falls before heading to The Three Sisters. We walked down to the First Sister and then back up the very steep steps. Only 80 of them 🥵 back up the top we had our picnic waiting for us in one of the caves. I loved watching the kids explore, especially Edison who climbed, jumped, poked, questioned everything he came across and was so determined to try everything. Nothing was too much for him. I don’t know where he gets his energy
Day 2 Blackheath
We woke to a glorious day and down in the dining room to meet the family for breakfast at 8 am as our plan was to get on the road early to travel the 10 minute drive to Blackheath for the day. (that became closer to an hour with the crazy Easter traffic that appeared.)
Michael and I have gone to Blackheath hundreds of times and never , ever experienced a traffic jam! on this road, so funny . We surmise people were on their way to Mudgee or Dubbo . and we heard the Bells Line of Road was closed due to landslides I think or fires or flood or as a result of all three . . these days you can choose the catastrophe andyou probably wont be too wrong.
How to describe the morning.
Firstly the air had a crisp tingle to it. . .we all needed our trackie top
but we felt invigorated by the tingle.
No-one can beat John Keat’s words:
Seasons of mists and mellow fruitfulness
yet I couldn’t help whispering,
leaves of russet golds and brown
and flaming fire red
tatter the emerald sky and burnish our tracks
willowing air blow gently on the trees
pitter patter down
as flaxen autumnal raindrops
In Blackheath, as pilgrims, we headed to our old home in Burton street where we had spent so many fun holidays and like pilgrims we retrod our footsteps down Porters Pass to Keating Rock, around to the lane to the warm Sunset rock so tiny now which seemed to fit us all snuggled into watch the sun set.and we laughed about the quiet street where the kids rode up and down with ice-cream bowls on their heads teasing the magpies who joined in the game swooping each time.
We chose the Fairfax Heritage walk because it was suitable for Pa to walk with the boys and we arrived at the view of Govetts Leap .
The Bridal Veil Falls was the best I have ever seen it after the rains it flowed and pounded wildly down into the valley its spray soft lifted by the winnowing wind sometimes caught the rays of sunlight flashing a rainbow veil. I couldn’t catch it on film it was momentariy, fleeting and spectacular .
To the Red Rocket park where the boys had a lot of fun and Jessica was reminded about the many times she played there with her brothers and sisters and sometimes cousins and the near escapes they had.
Back to the Guest House and a takeaway Thai meal we shared in the recreation room while the boys watched TV and played.
Down memory lane yesterday.
Memorial Park. Still the same equipment since 1964, just safer!
We had to keep a tally of how often Mum and I said “Be Careful!!!”
When I was young we were trusted down these walks on our own!
I lived to tell the tale 😂
A stunning autumn day . . blue sky touches of lifting mist , falling russet and gold leaves
the walkways beginning to crunch but still early autumn days.
We were the baby sitters for three year old Darcy, as his older brother Edison had begged to do the full Giant Staircase down into the Grose Valley and to walk around to the Scenic railway to ascend . So the three of them Nath Jessica and Edison drove off after an early breakfast left their car near the Three Sisters and set off down the close to 1000 steps that Edison can now say he did. We breakfasted with Darcy and then set off for a walk to get some postcards and brochures to make a project of the Mountain adventure for his preschool and to help his language.
Great photos of Lyre Birds . It is good to know they are surviving down in the valley.
They arrived back pretty tired but very proud they have achieved this challenging walk.
It is a great achievement for a seven year old. Congrats Edison. Mum and Dad did well also .
When they arrived back we set off for home and made it easily dodging the Easter traffic.
We seemed to be going in the opposite direction to most!!! Maybe that is the story of our days.
Safely home after an invigorating pre easter time.