Footsore and weary but exhilarated, I walked the final metres into the tiny township of Gretna by passing the exotic bright yellow flowering weed, which when a child I knew as, ‘Broom’.
I took my second last look at the Derwent River, and across to the land known as Triffitts Neck.
With slumped shoulders I passed the two locked gates which signalled a barrier to my starting the next stage of my walk.
But up above me on the immediate hill sat something remarkable.
You can see the Derwent curving around the bottom of the hill, in the distance. An earlier posting included a professional photographer’s shot of this cemetery cross taken from a different angle.
Finally, step after step I reached the town sign and gave myself a mental pat on the back.