The Real Voyage Of Discovery.
Last weeks post was a bit brief and didn’t have many pitchers. So as promised, this weeks post will be a little more elaborate.
I thought I’d show you around the B&B The Pillion and I stayed at. It’s a little self-contained one bedroom cottage about half way between Ballina and Lismore New South Wales, not far from the village of Alstonville.
The last time we went down to Alstonville, we took the scenic route through the Gold Coast Hinterland to Murwillumbah then headed west through Uki, on to Lismore, then looped east back to Alstonville.
This time we opted to take the highway south from our home in Brisbane instead.
It’s a boring trip, with nothing in the way of curvy road entertainment for a motorcyclist and little visual stimulation for The Pillion… unless of course you like long, wide, flat highways.
One saving grace going the highway route, is that it is a quick trip. We covered the 220km (140 miles) in a little under 3 hours with a stop in the middle: Arriving at about 12:30 on Saturday afternoon.
It was 14:00 by the time we were settled and Bluey was unpacked: Not wanting to head out again late in the day, I decided to make the short 10 minute ride back to the village to grab some Chinese and a bottle of something for dinner.
When I got back I put our dinner aside with the intention of re-heating it in the microwave just before sunset. The bottle of something along with a couple of glasses went into the bar fridge and were nicely chilled by the time dinner was served.
It had been raining for about two weeks prior to our arrival, so there was a lot of moisture in the ground. It wasn’t boggy or anything, as the soil is well-drained, but you could tell the area had copped a good soaking recently.
The temperature fell pretty quickly once the sun set and even though temperatures got down to around 3°C (37°F) overnight, we didn’t feel it necessary to turn the heaters on. We did fish out some extra blankets while we watched a DVD though.
On Sunday morning we woke to a heavy dew and a light fog over the glen.
Bluey was soaked from the over night dew and I was glad I packed a garbage bag to cover the seat; just in case. Otherwise we might have been riding around with wet bums all day.
By 08:30 the sun had burned off most of the fog. It had fined up to a really nice day for riding, and with that, we decided to head into Byron Bay for a poke around… I’ll share those photos with you another time.
On our previous trip we spent a lot of time away from the B&B exploring the local area, returning around dusk each evening. This time was different, we made a point of not going anywhere for a full day; we were there for some R&R.
When we returned from Byron Bay, The Pillion decided to relax with Danielle Steele and her latest book, while I grabbed the camera and went for a wander around the paddock.
I find I have to force myself to relax sometimes, and this weekend was one of those times. BUT! I was under orders, so I made an effort.
Marcel Proust is often paraphrased as writing:
The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes, but in having new eyes.
I was reminded of this while watching the goings on around me; the Honey Eater in the Bottle Brush trees, the horses in the paddock.
All of a sudden, I was ashamed of myself. It became clear that I’d become separated from the real world. I had become so accustomed to living in the city with its convenience and fast pace, I’d forgotten how to chill.
So I’ve set myself a goal to appreciate more and rush less.