Yellow Brick Road

I had the nightmare again. Just the same one. Just the same fear. But I didn’t worry so much about it this time, because I knew what it was. No-one heard me cry out, because this time we were sleeping in separate rooms, and I decided not to tell anyone.

After breakfast we started on the Yellow Brick Road. Like the Clematis Walk, it’s not really part of the Art Trail, but it was built for the Day Billion celebration. It’s quite long, winding up and down through the small lakes on the Western Escarpment. It’s usually misty in the early morning. Carys described it as atmospheric, but I just thought it was cold. It also wasn’t very yellow in most places – the photo above is about as good as it gets. Apparently the makers decided to let the colour wear away with time.

We did a 24km section, from the Clematis Walk, back to rejoin the Art Trail where it descends from the escarpment and the big statue. How do you get a map on this thing?

Sorry it doesn’t want to tell me. I’m really tired now so I’m going to sleep. I’ll tell you about the strange hut in the morning.

I expect I’ll have the nightmare again.