Rambling: Barren Grounds, NSW

Bushwalking. Rambling. Tramping. Whatever you call it, it’s one of my favourite things. A day filled with new forms, terrain, the colours, the smells. A waking, walking, day long dream. But a dream with snacks, sweat, new discoveries, and the occasional blister. But here’s the thing. I’ve found fitting rambling and motherhood together a fairly…