I had been hoping to get up again to the Blue Mountains, west of here, before returning to the US, and was finally rewarded. It's only two hours away by train, but has a whole other 'feel' to sub-tropical Sydney (on Saturday, for example: freezing).
The Mountains contain Australia's second-best scenery in my opinion (the best being in Central Australia), and obviously the honey-coloured cliffs would always form part of my inventory of iconic Australian images.
But I had to laugh the other day when I looked into a yard and saw a Hills Hoist right on the edge of the cliff. Barrie Kosky recognised the Hills Hoist's status as an Australian icon when he used it to symbolise his Adelaide Festival in 1996, but how quaint to see it juxtaposed with the Blue Mountains' primeval scenery in this way.
All it needed was clothes to be flapping on it, for the dissonance to be complete.

