The track climbs up and down steps on the way to the Lyrebird Dell a large cave overhang with picnic tables. I rested here, lulled by the sound of the creek with its fringe of ferns. Last time I was here I was silly enough to retrace my steps because I wasn't sure how long the rest of the walking track would take. The weedy escaped garden plants also by the creek should have been enough to tell me civilisation was nearby. This time I kept on going and found I was quickly back to the picnic area with hardly a climb to the finish. Innocence in the sense of ignorance is not always a good thing. Innocence in the sense of blamelessness is. Words to walk with: Psalm 19:13 the Holy Bible "Keep your servant also from willful sins; may they not rule over me. Then will I be blameless, innocent of great transgression."
"With glimpses of creeks and a vision of mosses"