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Not so nice

As I predicted our next Wayfaring trip was to Wollongong again and I followed a little further down the bike path.  This section was not so nice. The creek, though pleasant was cluttered with garbage and the native bush despoiled by many many weeds - like the lantana strangling the tea tree above. The bird calls were lovely but a rat running across the path ahead sealed the fate of this walk, I am not going to do any more posts on it.  I did a trip to Sydney this weekend and will do that instead.


  1. I always feel so sad when I see rubbish like that. Sad and pissed off with the people too lazy and irresponsible to dispose of their litter. I often wonder what their homes must be like.

    1. It is quite near a sports oval. I guess they are thinking about other things.

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    1. I am not sure which bothered me most the garbage or the weeds.

  3. Humans are hopeless! The ban of plastic bags and bottles is extremely urgent.

    1. It is complex isn't it. The plastic is certainly more convenient than the way it was in the past. It would be nice if people were more responsible. And as for the weeds, they are probably spread by the birds. It is nice to have a pretty garden and the cause and effect on the natural environment is not always understood.


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