Sandra and I wanted to go on a bushwalk again, and invited Julian, who suggested a walk we failed to find once before. This time we would follow the directions and take the bus. Unfortunately, the bus wasn’t going all the way to the end of the line this day, so we couldn’t reach the starting point for the walk and ended up following some others onto a popular track. So popular, that we were just ahead of a group that were carrying their own ghetto blaster at full volume. Dropping back would only mean we’d catch up to them at some point, so Sandra stormed off to give them a piece of her mind. We came here to get away from the noise, she told them, getting angrier with each rebuttal that it was their nature too, until finally one of the party backed her up and they turned off the music. We then followed the trail peacefully until a large waterfall at the end where a few guys had set up a rope and were abseiling into the pond at the bottom. It looked like a lot of fun.

I was very impressed when Sandra slipped into the river at a point deeper than the height of her brand new boots. Rather than getting frustrated or complaining about the wet, she just laughed, put the other foot in and walked through the river for the rest of the day.