A visit to Blackbutt Reserve
Back when Ace was in Newcastle by himself, he posted a lot of beautiful beach and bird photos and happy scenes from around town. He still does. At one point, I promised in fairness to show you the seedy and unsightly side of Newcastle, and I’ve been trying to take those photos, I really have, but today we went to Blackbutt Reserve. The park is probably Octavia’s favourite place to go in Newcastle–we’ve been there every few weeks for the playground, the animal exhibits, the breakfast barbecue that started our love affair with the bacon egg roll. The playground is good fun, the animal exhibits are top-notch, but what takes my breath away are the trees:
After gawking at the bats for a while, we decided to beat a retreat to escape the mosquitos. Just around the corner, blocking our path back to civilization/the parking lot/the Euro Cafe was this guy:
After I took this shot, it moved into that patch of sunshine and just sat there for what felt like 10 minutes, but was probably two, while we deliberated on what might happen if we tried to get around it. Ace picked up a big stick and held it. I picked up a small stick and tossed it nearish the lizard. O told it in no uncertain terms to “Go Away!” It remained unmoved by any of our gestures. Eventually it swaggered away from the middle of the path and we scooted past.
It was amazing. Come see for yourselves.