All round it was a nice level walk without being strenuous like the ones in the mountains but at some point it gets complicated with the track not being clear and having to scramble over rocks. Hubby was not well and not steady on his feet so it was all a bit much, we turned around and went back home without reaching the Drip.. I understand water seeps through the high rock gorges and drips into the pools below. There is also some Brett Whitely graffiti painted one some of the rocks but you have to paddle down the stream to see it.
"To muse, to creep, to halt at will, to gaze ... such sweet wayfaring"
William Wordsworth