Mole Creek and Beyond

Yesterday we left early after the Devonport service where I preached on 1 Thessalonians 5:1-11 so we could get to Mole Creek where I was preaching at their 2.00 pm communion service. I preached on Jesus' words about the wise and foolish builders (Matthew 7:24-29) and the danger of just being amazed at Jesus' sermon, for many (some might have even gone up to thank him for it) who heard it did not enter through the narrow gate because the entry price of obedience to Jesus' words was too high for them to pay.

After a scrumptious country-style afternoon tea I drove Dear Heart and Lovely Lady up to Lake Rowallan where we camped for the night. We wandered around the site gazing over the lake but also dismayed that the area had been spoilt by litter which many people were too lazy to take away with them to dispose of properly.

This morning the mist covered the lake, and by the time we were up to get some photos it was beginning to rise like steam from a hot road after the rain has passed through. Birds began their morning songs and a wild duck was diving in the water for its' breakfast as we were having ours.

At around 10.00 am we headed off, stopping at the bridge near the lake before going on. Beside the road there were the remains of what could have been an old shepherd's hut. I was most intrigued by it - especially the insulation paper that had been put on the frame work.

Our next stop was at the site used for wild water kayaking. We wandered down one track to the starting areas and on the way I stopped short of an echidna that was enjoying a leisurely stroll. On the way back Val yelled out for me to return, thinking that she might have been bitten by a snake. Examination of the area seemed to indicate that it had been a scratch or something similar. We then wandered up the other direction where wires were stretched across the river for the gates - some of which were still in place and others in piles on the river bank. We made our way to Union Bridge on the Mersey River for a beautifully cooked lunch.

After that it was straight home - well, not quite straight as we had to drive up Gog to go through "Promised Land" before we arrived at Sheffield where we bought a very rich home made ice cream each. At home there was a message from one of the local funeral directors for me to conduct a service on Friday afternoon - I will have had her husband's service 12 months ago on 11th November.

I then went for a 6k run from home along part of the Bike Track - my last for a few days as I will be donating blood tomorrow.

It was a lovely break away and we are planning to head out on Friday afternoon for a night at Baker's Beach.