Every Year we try to repeat it at least once! It doesn't always happen for a variety of excuses but she never much changes and is as scary as the previous time we tried. Not much to say about one of Sydney's classics combining: exposure with breathtaking views, water and rock(sand), fear and bliss, love and hate and a better indication of whether you are getting old than most...

The fear

Wind swept solitary and exposed the fear is always there, waiting for those
Who dare to defy it alight it and try it - high above the raging sea!
We don our gear throw caution to the wind ,alighting shadowed by stone.Dwarfed by it's expanse - through jimney's and gullies we wearily advance!
What else could there be but to roam endlessly free - amongst worlds of stone and dreams of home.
Finally freed by the fear at the sea, as we shed our selves against the friction of stone. We just roam the textures of stone ,sensations filter
right through to our flesh- clad bones.
We labour and toil with one of nature's best , endlessly refusing to rest. Just one more move until the end is nay, yet wearily hoping that we could stay.
Forever more!
Hoping to see the light from under the shadows and once again return to life's save green meadows. Once on top we reach at last nothing but peace deep within ourselves.

Or watch the video here; http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xuCp7IRPGHE

Long live our fear....

Roman June 2012.