Saturday, 3 February 2007

Lots and lots of steps

To reach the creeks, waterfalls, mossy rocks and the cool green ferny places you usually have to walk down a lot of steps. More problematic for me is that the only way out is back up those steps or via another track with just as many.

Steps to Dante's Glen, Lawson Blue Moutains
Click to see what the steps looked like in 1890s



The keep-fit book I am reading says "hills and steps are my best friends". I don't really think so right now. Maybe by the end of the year I will be happier with the friendship.

Words to Walk With:
Christina Rossetti's poem Uphill depicts the walk of life is an uphill climb.

Does the road wind up-hill all the way?
Yes, to the very end.
Will the day's journey take the whole long day?
From morn to night, my friend

But is there for the night a resting-place?
A roof for when the slow dark hours begin.
May not the darkness hide it from my face?
You cannot miss that inn.

Shall I meet other wayfarers at night?
Those who have gone before.
Then must I knock, or call when just in sight?
They will not keep you standing at that door.

Shall I find comfort, travel-sore and weak?
Of labour you shall find the sum.
Will there be beds for me and all who seek?
Yea, beds for all who come.

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