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cold feet and wet forest

The middle of winter, when the days are short, jackets and scarves become precious possessions and cold feet is the bane of your existence. I hear the complaining of the season and although there is a part of me that agrees and wants to howl with them winter pack, there is the other side of me that just loves winter. Heck I wake everyday and I'm happy to be alive, so every day is a good day, even the bad weather days. Untitled

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The chilly and damp weather is (in my mind) the most perfect of times to go into the local bush for a wander. Five minutes from our place is a most wonderful forest of mixed timber that was planted by a forestry pioneer John La Gerche in the 1890's.

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It's nothing like typical Australian bush, and I guess that's what makes it all the more interesting. Loads of Conifers and Pines, Oaks and all sorts of deciduous beauties. There is a stunning walk through the original plantation site with plenty of little spots to sit and take in the forest beauty.

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It's a forest brimming with diversity. It's a place we like to go to find peace. It's our recharger. Lately its been a very important place for me to spend time in to reflect and reassess my approach to certain parts of life. It's a place where I can release some of my daily frustrations and in a calm environment, think with a little clarity. I've been getting rather frustrated with peoples approach in life of late, but it's no use letting that get the better of me. I went hunting with a friend a few days ago, and he said he has the same problem. But he's approach is to take a moment, calm and remind himself to just keep on doing what his doing and possibly lead by example. I guess that's a good approach....right?

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