Spent the weekend before Christmas in the Blue Mountains. Surrounded by opulent greens where every visible path of earth was covered with ubiquitous amounts of trees was the case. A bucolic weekend was what I needed – bush walking, the stairs of death and waterfalls were the case. Not to mention wearing harnesses/helmets attire and climbing on trees whilst swinging on wired bridges and riding flying foxes in treetops in 38 degree weather were on the list. It was the perfect dalliance with nature – despite the fact I would have loved to spend another week within the mountains. Bike riding, trams, horses and swimming in waterfalls is on my to do list next. See you soon Blue Mountains.