High on the hill ...

The black dot is me - our camp is on the far edge

There were several fire trails leading from the campsite in different directions.  During the week we had often looked across to a hill and occasionally saw other campers making their way upward. 

We decided to do the same after lunch on our last day.  I am not wonderful with heights, so elected to stop about half-way up.  I made a pillow of my jumper and dozed pleasantly in the sunshine while Nick and Vaughan climbed almost to the top.  My dozing was interrupted by their victory calls on the walk back down!