Wisemans Ferry

No walking this weekend. Instead the perfect weather on Saturday pushed us onto the big white beast and into the hills for a day out. Wisemans Ferry was our destination, which turned out to be a car ferry across the Hawkesbury, about an hour inland.

After a few hours riding through dust tracks and flood plains filled with sunshine and wallabies, we reached St Albans. Just short of the village we found a cemetery filled with the graves of early settlers dated in the mid 1800's, all apparently called Elizabeth or John bizarrely. The fact that most of them reached their '80s, suggested that they might have lived a slightly healthier life up here than in Sydney, or London where most of them started.

St Albans turned out to be a little settlers town with a pub that could easily have been in a country village like Kent. We shared a ploughmans and ended up as fielders for a village cricket match which was fired by more sharp wit than runs and very entertaining.

The drive back through the Forgotten Valley was spectacular and worth the pain of freezing fingers after the sun had set.