At nearby Washpool National Park you wind down to Bellbird rainforest campground, surrounded by tall trees and deep shade.
There is an easy walk to Coombadjha Creek, designed for wheelchair access, so perfect for me in my fragile rib-clutching state.
And beside that path there are many rainforest wonders to be seen, like this gorgeous tangle of roots and greenery.
Another uses the exposed roots as protective frames for pockets of moss.
Other mosses need no protection as they cover this fallen tree like a thick green furry pelt. So strokable!
The creek itself is beautiful, and restful, with still pools between small rushes and falls. So restful that I sit there for ages… and listen… and think.
The rocks always draw me in, and this one seemed so generous, with native violets thriving along its one crack.
Many cracks in this work of modern art, moss-topped and lichen-splashed. Couldn’t find the artist’s name…
Poets got the violet crack ages ago. Judith Wright’s Birds through Henry Kendall; through Charles Harpur through his dad. No wonder the rock’s a bit cross. Bless