Bellingen River

I have to write more about swimming in the Bellingen River. It was one of those hot days in the country with cicadas and moments under the deep shade of mature trees. The town streets were punctuated by music and friends. Driving to the spot in the river that Paula called 'The Never Never' was a journey through fields of yellow lit green. Walking along the river bank to the swimming hole was just adding to the experience. Then we were there. The air around was dry and hot. The water was cool and moving. From shallows to deep natural pools. I floated through the current wearing my sarong and immersed into the cool rock filtered waters of the Bellingen River.