With many things to consider, I took this walk around Bathurst.
This was during our last few days in the old place, or at least my last days, before I left Bathurst for my hometown to do a week of publicity before the book launch. Riding is a fine sport, but on days where you have many and difficult things to think about, a walk by yourself is the best.
I was quickly cheered by what soon turned out to be the brightest picture of the day, in downtown Bathurst:
Making a tour of my favourite places in town, I was bound to sooner or later come along this beauty, the Corporation Gasworks in all her glory;
After that, I headed out over the ironwork bridge over the railway;
I walked for a long way but was left no less troubled for the conclusions I’d drawn. Moving on, moving on. I like these old carriages covered in rust, and the graffiti on their sides and the rubbish people have thrown in them, the chip packets and reflector poles. I like the Gasworks because it’s desolate and lovely, and it was a home to work and now it’s a home to ruin.
Hey! It’s easy to let things get on top of you. But remember that some problems will always be there, so sometimes it’s okay to ignore them. Actually, what kind of advice is that? Er…