We’d been talking about doing it for months and this weekend we finally did it.
On Friday night, after work, we bundled ourselves into two cars and drove west, out of Sydney and into the mountains, to a ‘just-twee-enough’ B&B in a town called Leura. Which we planned to use as a base for an exploration of the nearby* Jenolan Caves.
The cottage had three bedrooms and there were five of us, so I was allotted the room by myself (because I go to bed first, sober, and get up earliest rather than because I smell or snore atrociously) and the others shared.
Insomniac Animal-Lover (below) had thoughtfully prepared a delicious stew for our supper on Friday night – which meant we didn’t have to cook. All we had to do was thaw the bugger out…
And make a quick starter:
While Insomniac Animal-Lover and Swedish Designer got the dinner on, I lit a fire. I love an open fire – this one didn’t draw terribly well though, hence the bellows:
And then it was time to check the visitors book for hilariously mis-spelled write-ups:
A fair amount of wine and chocolate was consumed, as you can no doubt imagine. So, by the time everyone hit the sack, they were rather tipsy. This led – perhaps predictably – to some pictures of the Swedish girl and the Half-Thai girl in bed together which can only be described as ‘very amateur soft porn’ being texted to two guys of their acquaintance. My contribution? Well, I helpfully pointed out that there isn’t a man on the planet who, when sent such photos, would not forward them to his mates. ‘Viral’ was the word I used, I believe… 🙂
Anyway, we were up bright and early on Saturday for our tour to the caves. Largely thanks to the scrumptious croissants thoughtfully brought along by Aussie Puppy Mummy:
And it was well worth it. But first, some lichen on a tree in a ‘historic’ 19th century village en route to the caves. Because I like lichen and fungi.
So, to the caves… The Pillar of Hercules, Orient Cave – and some people for scale:
Crystal formations, Orient cave:
Blues and greens in Orient cave:
I will resist the temptation to caption this:
The Indian Canopy formation, Orient cave. Bear in mind this is about 25 feet high:
A stalactite, mid-drip:
The Crystal River, which sadly I couldn’t capture properly on camera:
And lastly, a view of the path through the caves which made me think of Indiana Jones:
Marvellous, aren’t they? Astonishing what water, calcium carbonate, iron oxide and several million years in the dark can do…
And here we all are at Echo Point (well, apart from me, I was safely behind the camera) post brunch, massages and gift/souvenir shopping:
Oh, such japes!
*When I say nearby, I mean in the Australian sense – the caves were an hour and a half’s coach journey from our accommodation. But that kind of distance is nothing to your true blue Aussie.