Edald Hopfield
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Day 5: 24th of November OR The Day the Markets let me Down
On Day 5 we started from the Blue Mountains and spent the majority of our day in Sydney. before leaving, I got some photos of the end of the sunrise at Perrys Lookdown Campground. For Sydney we had planned: Sea… Continue reading
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Day 4: 23rd of November OR The Day I Didn’t get my Magnet
So we started in the Blue Mountains, meaning we had extra time because it wasn’t the original campground we were going to stay at. It was still freezing but I got up and headed down the track a little to… Continue reading
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Day 3: 22nd of November OR The Day we Forgot it was Summer
This day was dedicated to the Central Coast where we spent a lot of our childhood years. There are four different schools we attended and about six different houses. The highway took us through Wadalba and so it was the… Continue reading
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Day 2: 21st of November OR The Day we Got Lost. Twice.
So we left off at Hungry Gate Campground in Hat Head National Park just south of South West Rocks. Now, the plan was to have breakfast at South West Rocks (after fishing) but we decided not to go fishing because… Continue reading
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Day 1: 20th November OR The Day we Started and almost got Mugged by a Goanna
On the first day of our trip, we started driving at 5am from Brisbane. We wanted to miss the morning traffic and we got past most of it. Our first stop was in good old Chinderah, a huge service station… Continue reading
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Road Trip 2018
I’ve just come back from a road trip recently. I’d never been on a road trip before but I planned it for a long time with my younger brother and sister. What we ended up doing was a little different… Continue reading
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The Christmas Edition
She had cream coloured hair, with caramel streaks. her eyes were a variant of light browns, like walnuts without their shell. A snowy path with lanterns dangling from the trees, dimly lighting the way with a little swing as… Continue reading
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A Flower Child
Her hair sticks out in thick, orange locks, like a bonnet of petals, the blondish centre appearing to be the centre of this little flower. Continue reading
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Always a Painting
There is always a sunset and a sunrise. A painting that drifts around the world. Changing and morphing but always the same kind of beauty. Continue reading
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The Little Shed
At the end of the trail was a little turquoise cabin. It was small and opened with two glass doors that folded against their frame. Surrounding the cabin, and even crawling up and over the roof, were flowers of an… Continue reading
