In between being a bit busy on the golf course, I snuck away for a few hours yesterday to a little creek in the foothills just to our north.
Stockyard Creek is one of many small tributaries that eventually feed the Avon River, and at present is a very picturesque series of rock pools…
Many of the native shrubs were in flower and the gully was full of their colours and scents.
Every now and then a local inhabitant would pop out to see what I was up to.
As I hopped from rock to rock between the pools, I came across these three species of daisy…
After a few hours of absorbing the sights and smells, it was time to return to the car. Instead of doubling back up the creek, I took a long swig of my water bottle, gulped down an orange, stuck my head into the nearest mint bush and breathed in deeply then started the climb up the rock escarpment to the walking track on top.
Back at the car, and on the short drive home, I marvelled again at how after such an activity you can feel a little weary and yet exhilarated at the same time. I just love our bush.