Training Log Archive: jennycas

Neck & shoulders have been painfully tight the past few days, even before driving down the mountains; at least swimming didn't make them worse.

The last time that I was up Brown Hill, I'd noticed some trail signs on the private farmland east of the (defunct) trig point, indicating a route down the southern side to Brownhill Creek. So this time I went up the hill fairly directly (lots of stops to catch my breath though; I am exhausted today) then down through the farmland being ignored by cows although the young calves were skittish, and at the bottom of the trail, which is near the junction with Tilleys Hill Rd, I saw signs for the Waterworks trail and so followed the side creek upstream, surprised that it was actually flowing after no real rain for a month, but I am sure that there are springs in these hills.

Didn't make it as far as the 19th-century water storage works because I suddenly started to worry that the carpark back at McElligott's Quarry might close at 6 now that daylight saving has finished (turns out it's locked at 8pm all year round) so turned around at an unexpected lovely little arched stone bridge which reminded me of the entrance to Hobbiton - and further downstream I passed a big old monkey-nut pine which I always think of as the Party Tree from The Hobbit.