While Not Working

  After a morning spent exploring old ruins, it was time to make the most of the beautiful weather and get back on my bicycle. I left Arakoon Campground on a handy little shared pathway that ran through the forest between the houses and the sea.   Leaving the suburbs of South West Rocks behind, the road rejoined the river.  Roger rode along here back in 2018, and waxed lyrical about the beauty of the ride. "It's a lovely little road, so quiet, right beside the river with lots of picnic spots." Well some people misremember things. I pedaled my little legs off while big trucks rumbled intimidatingly past and fences rudely prevented me from getting off the road to loll about in picnic opportunities beside the river. When it wasn't trucks it was grey nomads with big caravans and fishermen pulling oversized boats. I was glad I'd worn my hi-vis shirt, unfashionable as it was.  Apart from the traffic, the road had some good points. It ran beside the Macleay River, wh...