bikes

    When I was much younger and living in inner-city Sydney, my girlfriend and I would occasionally catch the red-rattler  train from Central to rural Moss Vale with our bicycles on board.     We'd slowly meander the backroads of the Southern Highlands admiring exotica like cows and foxes and birds. The green of the fields was reminiscent of tellytubby land. LaaLaa and I would trundle down from the Highlands into Kangaroo Valley, nervously braking at every hairpin bend, before spending the night in a caravan park beside the Kangaroo River. Next morning we'd cycle, or walk, very slowly up to Camberwarra Mountain and down the other side into Bomaderry for another red-rattler back to Sydney. It was a budget weekend away from Newtown.     Twenty five years later, the backroads are still relatively quiet as I cycle away from Moss Vale, enjoying thirty kilometres of dairy farms, intense greenery and even more intense roadkill. Foxes, wombats, snakes, kangaro...