Spent the morning exploring a ways down Cherry Walk which starts only a short pitch from our campsite and winds in gentle shaded counterpoint against the tea-brown Ovens river.

Kelly, Juno and I ambled a long in punctuated silence stopping now and then to hydrate and gaze at the view. The day rolled on quickly as is often the case when lost in the walking, and soon enough the morning coolness began to melt into a late summer afternoon heat. At which time we turned and headed back.

Juno being a dog of little legs, decided that this would be a good time to assert his Alpha male status and co-opt a more convivial mode of transport.

“Go outside. Don’t tell anyone and don’t bring your phone. Start walking and keep walking until you no longer know the road like the palm of your hand, because we walk the same roads day in and day out, to the bus and back home and we cease to see. We walk in our sleep and teach our muscles to work without thinking and I dare you to walk where you have not yet walked and I dare you to notice. Don’t try to get anything out of it, because you won’t. Don’t try to make use of it, because you can’t. And that’s the point. Just walk, see, sit down if you like. And be. Just be, whatever you are with whatever you have, and realise that that is enough to be happy.
There’s a whole world out there, right outside your window. You’d be a fool to miss it.”
― Charlotte Eriksson ,