An hour in my gym ...

... with my favourite exercise equipment. I live on a hill, almost in town, and yet a hop, step and a jump - more specifically less than a hundred meters- away is paradise. Maggie and I have been walking here her whole life; one of the reasons I chose to buy in the same area I rented. Today we thought you might like to join us...

I actually snapped the photo above quite spontaneously, as Maggie turned back to see what I was doing. Photographing a flower for you actually. I rarely take a camera with us and she wondered if her Mum was ok.
The lovely thing about out paradise is that it is full of interminable contrasts, tiny native flowers no bigger than your little finger nail, and towering trees; wide paths where we can meet walking friends and animal tracks we have tramped for years without meeting anyone. The old granite quarry is a favourite spot and the first glimpse of it always lights up my soul. There are parts of the quarry which take me to my beloved Kimberly (the region in the far north of Western Australia). Can you see the bitumen road? We walk through my cul-de-sac, across this road and into wonderland. We also exit this way.

Many evenings all three cats greet us at the top of the street ( I am the second house down) and walk home with us. How funny it must look, as if I have taken all four of them walking. Charles, the scallywag, will wind his way through my feet and then Maggies', tempting us to tumble down the hill. Then begins the rolling, he wriggles cross-ways, on his back, down the road in front of us!! Tonight he hit the side.
I took more pictures, this is the maximum blogger will let me load so I will save the rest for another post, perhaps tomorrow. I have a little old Kodak 2.1 megapix' camera, my trusty friend, has been dropped so many times that all photos have to be framed with the assumption that anything in the top left hand corner 'should' end up in the middle. Tonight it has once again served us well.