Solo In The Wild; Day 1


sealers coveLast week, I embarked on my first solo 3-day hike to Wilsons Promontory.  I completed a circuit, starting and ending at Telegraph Saddle, via Sealers Cove, Refuge Cove and Little Waterloo Bay.  Below is my recount of day one, with the next two instalments to follow!  Please excuse the photo quality, as I only took my light-weight compact camera, AND had it on the wrong image quality setting!

DAY ONE: The Unexpected Can Happen.

I was not sure what time I arrived at Sealers Cove, but it was sometime late in the afternoon, when the tide was heading lazily back out into Bass Strait.  I removed my boots and socks, and waded through the rusty-brown water of the tidal inlet, relieved to find that it was only knee-deep.  The water was deliciously cool, and the sand beneath my feet felt soft and velvety.

I scampered up the opposite embankment, walking barefoot through the forest, feeling the firmness of the earth, cool and compact against the soles of my feet.  Sandy campsites lay scattered among the Bracken Fern and Messmate, each one worn smooth and level by the pitching of tents and the patter of boots from the thousands of hikers that had come here before me. (more…)

Blog Fits To A Tee

I’ve decided to take my blog with me on my next hike!  Yes, I’ve put in on a custom-made T-shirt, so that I can parade around in the wild, advertising my very own blog.  I’m not sure who, exactly, I will be advertising it too though; possums, wallabies, snakes, birds, and perhaps the occasional human?

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I’m not one for wearing loud clothing when walking in the wild, and I’m also not one to be wearing the latest and greatest outdoor clothing that costs an arm and a leg.  No, I prefer good old-fashioned T-shirts, but sometimes find it hard to find ones that don’t scream out someone else’s logo, or have bold, fluorescent prints on the front that will most likely scare off all the wildlife for a 1km radius.  So I decided to put myself out there on my very own T-shirt, although I’m not sure how long it is going to stay white for (the only colour I could ‘choose’).

All I have to do now is hope that it comes in time for my solo 3-day hike to Wilsons Prom (leaving on Sunday!)

Another added bonus to having it, is that if anything goes wrong on the way, someone might be able to identify me by looking my blog name up on google!

The Wind in the Woods

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“The breath of life is in the sunlight and the hand of life is in the wind.”  ― Kahlil Gibran

A strong north-easterly wind was blowing when I headed up to the forest, curious to find out how it would feel to be among the trees, as the wild wind coursed through them. I found a place to sit, and felt the earth beneath me, warm to the touch where the long arms of the sun had reached.


All around me, Blackwood trees rose steadily up to the sky, and occasionally, the thick, rough trunk of a Messmate could be seen among them. The wind was rising and falling in a great crescendo upstairs in the tree-canopy, as though a giant was breathing outwards in a monumentally long and unwavering breath.  I pictured its’ face, big and round, with a furrowed brow and two rosy cheeks, like the character Moonface, in Enid Blyton’s children’s classic, The Magic Faraway Tree. (more…)

In Love With the Wild

“Wildness reminds us what it means to be human, what we are connected to rather than what we are separate from.

– Terry Tempest Williams


I sat on a slope facing south-west, the sun behind me strobing rays of heat into my back while my legs were covered in shade. Grasses, thick and tufty, spilled over moss-covered rocks beside me, and a scattering of wild-flowers added stipple-dots of colour among the cross hatching of greenery. All around me were Milkmaids and Blue Stars, Creeping Bossia and Twining Fringe-lily, and a solitary specimen of Donkey Orchid waved gently in the breeze.

Below me was a valley surrounded on three sides by hills, but its fourth side was open and stretched out to the sea, although I couldn’t see the water from where I sat. Gusts of wind were periodically surging from the north behind me, sounding like waves gathering momentum before they crashed upon the shore. When they arrived, all around me the grasses moved and swayed in unison and currents of air swirled around my face in all directions, as though I was sitting in front of an oscillating fan. (more…)

Wild Reading

Rewilding of our world needs to be simultaneous with the rewilding of our hearts.”  –  Claire Dunn

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I recently read “My Year Without Matches”, by Claire Dunn, and once I finished it I promptly returned to the start and read it all over again.  That’s how inspiring  I found her story.

Today, I was lucky enough to meet Claire at a library not far from where I live, where she shared her story of spending a year living in a wilderness survival camp.  Burnt out from years working as a conservation campaigner, most notably for the Wilderness Society, Claire accepts an opportunity to be one of six individuals to participate in Australia’s first wilderness survival camp.  Set on 100 acres of wild land on the NSW coast, she begins her journey of learning to re-engage with nature, while simultaneously re-connecting with her inner spirit. (more…)

And So She Walked On, Into The Mist….

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Living on the Mornington Peninsula, in south-eastern Victoria, Winter can descend upon us mortals in varying degrees of coldness, none of which I am particularly fond of.  Non-the-less, as part of my life-philosophy I do my best to find the good in each and every situation I find myself in; the cold and dampness of Winter not withstanding.  In a complete about-face, today I found myself embracing my least favourite time of the year, as my little piece of the wild was shrouded in a thick white fog that completely transformed it into a mystical wonderland.


My usual walk through the forest woodland at Arthurs Seat has been my mainstay this Winter, due to a combination of being busy at work, and limited by unfavourable weather conditions on my days off that have not encouraged me to venture further afield.  Mostly, I have donned the wet-weather gear regardless, waterproofed my day-pack and endured temperatures below 5 degrees to get my dose of the wild.  This has enabled me to merrily slosh my way through the wet, soggy conditions that nature has provided at this time of year, reasonably unscathed. (more…)

Balcombe Estuary Reserve: A Wetland Sanctuary and Eco Walk

balcombe estuary reserve has a great eco walk on the mornington peninsulaThe Balcombe Estuary Reserve is located in Mount Martha.  A popular tourist destination on the Mornington Peninsula, Mount Martha is just 6okm from Melbourne’s CBD, and home to a 3.5 km Eco Walk along the Balcombe Creek and estuary lagoon.  Winding its way from the Nepean Hwy, the creek passes through a variety of vegetation types before discharging into Port Phillip Bay.  Rich in Wetland birds, indigenous flora, reptiles and mammals, I thought it well worth a visit on a nice sunny day…