#3: [22-Feb-16]

#2: [02-Feb-07]

18-Feb-2001 -- This confluence is at Gundy, a very small town about 20km to the east of Scone. This place seemed a bit busier than the other places I had been to, and I had a feeling that I ought to try to obtain permission before entering private property (the confluence is about 650m off the main road, and appeared to be on a fenced off paddock). I did in fact locate the owner, who wanted to know whether other people would keep coming here as well. I explained that if they let me go to the confluence, that in all likelihood no other confluencer would ever want to go there after me, and that seemed to be a very convincing argument. :) (I must read & print off a few copies of the request for permission letter one of these days I suppose.)

The path I decided to take actually took me across the Pages River, which was quite easy to cross, and served as a good place to satisfy myself that my brand new waterproof leather boots were anything but waterproof (they have these great big holes in them for my feet, you see).

Once up on the other side of the river, I encountered lots of cows. Being a city man who is totally clueless, I was a bit scared - scared enough not to walk all the way to the confluence (but well within the 100m circle, thank goodness). Part of me was saying "don't be an idiot - they're harmless!". The other part of me was remembering a movie I saw on TV where all the animals - even ones which were normally harmless, started attacking the humans, due to excessive ozone in the atmosphere or something like that. Imagine if that happened now, I thought - I'd be mooed to death! How pathetic.

Having survived, I headed back across the river, trod in lots of cow dung in my new water logged boots, and was on my way.

Greg.