Leechey Easter

Over Easter Adelle and I decided to do a three day walk in the blue mountains. Sadly with the first 4 hours being a leechey, nettley hell my keen tramping partner became phenomenally less enthusiastic. Mind you the leeches were considerably worse than I have ever encountered before with half a dozen crawling over your shoes at any moment and a bit of blood was lost. Therefore, we decided to cut out a day and just camped at frying pan flat. The next day we pushed out to the end of breakfast creek passing some confused punters that thought they were walking down the Cox's river and headed up ironmonger spur and out, stopping only to fall over a few times.