In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. He was with God in the beginning.
Through him all things were made; without him nothing was made that has been made. In him was life, and that life was the light of men. The light shines in the darkness, but the darkness has not understood it.
Through him all things were made; without him nothing was made that has been made. In him was life, and that life was the light of men. The light shines in the darkness, but the darkness has not understood it.
John 1: 1-5
Our New Home
Our New Home
Hubby and I are regularly enjoying strolls through Toowoomba's parks.
This delightful statue is in Laurel Bank Park, near the city centre.
The park features beautiful rose gardens, spectacular manicured gardens,
a playground, a picnic area and croquet greens.
Also, there is a "scented garden" created with ideas from the Downs Association for the Blind, displaying fragrant blooms, herbs and shrubs grown in easily accessible raised garden beds.
The Great Outdoors
Memories of England's Coast-to-Coast Walk Friday 22nd July 2005
What fun Jonathan and I had today, leaving Hubby with our bags when we went to the shops in Swainby for food. I noticed a middle aged cyclist, and the rider most definitely looked like Josie Dew. Josie's book "Wind in my Wheels" had been the inspiration for me wanting to achieve something "out of the ordinary", and take on a chalenge like hiking across England, coast-to-coast. A pity I was too shy to call out to her and say "hello"!
You can click on the following link for a book review on "Wind in my Wheels" regarding Josie's bicycle travels through 4 continents and 36 countries, with her possessions strapped to her bike.
http://blog.duluthpack.com/general-discussion/book-reveiw-the-wind-in-my-wheels-travel-tales-from-the-saddle/
Here is hubby's daily diary.....
We left the road to join the hiker’s route at about 4.30 p.m. and climbed a steep rocky path to get to the moors. The hikers track then followed easily defined paths, one path being a dis-used railway.
It took us till 8.30 p.m. to get to the Lion Inn, battling in the cold wind. Eventually we saw it in the distance, perched on a lonely hilltop in the middle of nowhere. The inn, isolated on the moorland, dates from 1553 when its patrons were coalminers and ironworkers. Motorists and walkers are the current patrons. We pitched our tents on some waste ground along with a dozen or so other campers. Once again, there were no camping facilities, apart from a toilet inside the hotel. There were over 100 people crowded inside the cosy inn, eating, drinking and some of them singing around the old out-or-key grand piano. The inn was kept warm with open fires. We asked about staying there but it was fully booked, so we spent a cold, uncomfortable night in our tents.
What fun Jonathan and I had today, leaving Hubby with our bags when we went to the shops in Swainby for food. I noticed a middle aged cyclist, and the rider most definitely looked like Josie Dew. Josie's book "Wind in my Wheels" had been the inspiration for me wanting to achieve something "out of the ordinary", and take on a chalenge like hiking across England, coast-to-coast. A pity I was too shy to call out to her and say "hello"!
You can click on the following link for a book review on "Wind in my Wheels" regarding Josie's bicycle travels through 4 continents and 36 countries, with her possessions strapped to her bike.
http://blog.duluthpack.com/general-discussion/book-reveiw-the-wind-in-my-wheels-travel-tales-from-the-saddle/
Here is hubby's daily diary.....
Day 14 Ingleby Cross – Lion Inn
Got up at 7.15 a.m. to
shower and pack. It looked like rain,
but the clouds kept fairly high. We
couldn’t face steep climbs and descents again, so we walked along the A172 for 6
miles and then re-joined the hiking track at Clay Bank Top. It was a cold and windy day and although the
sun came out in the evening, it remained cr itold throughout. The walk along the road was noisy as expected
and we were treated to several low passes, by a Tornado jet.
When we were close to the village of Swainby
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| Hiking on a path which was once a railway line. It's afternoon and Denise is tired with very sore feet. Jonathan has found a new way to carry her bag for her! |
We left the road to join the hiker’s route at about 4.30 p.m. and climbed a steep rocky path to get to the moors. The hikers track then followed easily defined paths, one path being a dis-used railway.
It took us till 8.30 p.m. to get to the Lion Inn, battling in the cold wind. Eventually we saw it in the distance, perched on a lonely hilltop in the middle of nowhere. The inn, isolated on the moorland, dates from 1553 when its patrons were coalminers and ironworkers. Motorists and walkers are the current patrons. We pitched our tents on some waste ground along with a dozen or so other campers. Once again, there were no camping facilities, apart from a toilet inside the hotel. There were over 100 people crowded inside the cosy inn, eating, drinking and some of them singing around the old out-or-key grand piano. The inn was kept warm with open fires. We asked about staying there but it was fully booked, so we spent a cold, uncomfortable night in our tents.
