BILAMBIL IN AUTUMN

This is getting close to the time of the year in which I first moved here 3 years ago. That means exquisite beauty. Sun rise from bed and cool breezes. It means haunting blues skies and wisping clouds. This year it also means the possibility of Sale and Re-Location. The real estate agent comes today. Izzy has gone for a run down the bottom. In the park by the Creek. I don’t know why Bilambil Creek runs so dirty. I am accustomed to Bellingen and waters clear enough to see the stones on the bottom.

Earlier in the week we went for a drive down to the park to check out the potential early morning run. Brown snakes on the mind and wee hillocks of slashed grass and dips of muddied swamp but not too bad. Iz has gone down in my car despite the possibility of the large spider because his is mucking up again and again has to be hit with a stick to start it.

Iz is back with dirt splattered all over him. He tells me the morning is not so good for a run due to the dampness and the spiderwebs

So we are going driving instead. Down Murwillumbah way and across the Hills . We are going to take some photographs at Condong of areas near where Grandfather John Bell had a landholding and his Brother Norman Bell . We might take a look at the Industrial Estate and Tallowood where a cottage is advertised for rent. Perhaps we will go over Clothiers Creek or down and around Wooyung. Then I might get back for a meeting. Tonight is Bilambil Blues Club. The pressure is actually – well as Madeline says – DEFINITELY AND ACTUALLY – off us now.