September 1796 - Crossing the Blue Mountains
So, after an absence of 18 months or more, I am back posting. Why I hear you ask? Well, I retired in June and am now a gentleman of leisure...and you can only play so much golf, after all. What have I been doing since June? Well, I have modified all my large timelines that I posted on Kindle, Rudolf will Reign, Consequences of an Errant Shell, the Australasian Kingdom, Leyte Gulf Redux and A Reluctant Fuhrer. Proof reading 2500 pages of text can take some time. Plus I have cleaned the house and published a book on the Post Office in Tasmania. And dealt with the usual drama of having children, albeit they are supposed to be adults.
So why I have I posted this when I already had a half commenced timeline? I wanted to make a fresh start, not only on this, but also on two other timelines, one a Jutland one, another an Alien Space Bats scenario based on my Errant Shell World where Imperial Russia is still hanging around in 2020?
So, you ask, you intend to write three timelines at once. When I am rolling, which I hope to be now, I have always updated two timelines at once. Three is a bit more of a stretch, so we will see how I go. I don't have those other annoying distractions, such as clients, to take up my time, anymore, so it's virgin ground, so to speak.
Thanks to all those that have read my previous works and hopefully more will jump on board. Anyways, here we go.
18 September 1796, Blue Mountains wilderness, Colony of New South Wales
It had been an arduous ten days since they had moved forward from the base camp he established on an earlier expedition along the Nepean River. He had failed in 1794, but now there was no such failure. There had been hazards, for sure. He had actually trodden on the head of a large black snake. Thankfully it had not been the brown type that were not only frighteningly aggressive, but whose bites were almost universally fatal.
Henry Hacking considered Bass and Flinders were both correct. Taking the black Bennelong had been more than useful, not only in navigating the rugged country, but finding the vital path between the impenetrable escalated perpendicular mountains, without falling into the succession of deep ravines that dominated the region and trapped the unwary for fruitless days. Now he stood on the top of an exposed sugar loaf and the view was spectacular. Miles and miles of lightly timbered plains to the West, as far as the eye could see. He scrambled down the slope as fast as possible, using the climbing irons provided by Bass and Flinders, re-joining them, the native Bennelong and their three other companions. Two days later they had cut through the Blue Mountains. For 20 years, the Blue Mountains marked the edge of the Colony's Westward expansion. Now, it's main requirement, more grazing land, which would help support the cropping and sheep of the colony, was solved. Henry Hacking would no doubt benefit in the best possible way, provision of a land grant.
He remembered again the view from the top. Miles and miles of some of the best watered country that one could wish for. Land that seemed to go forever.
Blue Mountains terrain
So why I have I posted this when I already had a half commenced timeline? I wanted to make a fresh start, not only on this, but also on two other timelines, one a Jutland one, another an Alien Space Bats scenario based on my Errant Shell World where Imperial Russia is still hanging around in 2020?
So, you ask, you intend to write three timelines at once. When I am rolling, which I hope to be now, I have always updated two timelines at once. Three is a bit more of a stretch, so we will see how I go. I don't have those other annoying distractions, such as clients, to take up my time, anymore, so it's virgin ground, so to speak.
Thanks to all those that have read my previous works and hopefully more will jump on board. Anyways, here we go.
18 September 1796, Blue Mountains wilderness, Colony of New South Wales
It had been an arduous ten days since they had moved forward from the base camp he established on an earlier expedition along the Nepean River. He had failed in 1794, but now there was no such failure. There had been hazards, for sure. He had actually trodden on the head of a large black snake. Thankfully it had not been the brown type that were not only frighteningly aggressive, but whose bites were almost universally fatal.
Henry Hacking considered Bass and Flinders were both correct. Taking the black Bennelong had been more than useful, not only in navigating the rugged country, but finding the vital path between the impenetrable escalated perpendicular mountains, without falling into the succession of deep ravines that dominated the region and trapped the unwary for fruitless days. Now he stood on the top of an exposed sugar loaf and the view was spectacular. Miles and miles of lightly timbered plains to the West, as far as the eye could see. He scrambled down the slope as fast as possible, using the climbing irons provided by Bass and Flinders, re-joining them, the native Bennelong and their three other companions. Two days later they had cut through the Blue Mountains. For 20 years, the Blue Mountains marked the edge of the Colony's Westward expansion. Now, it's main requirement, more grazing land, which would help support the cropping and sheep of the colony, was solved. Henry Hacking would no doubt benefit in the best possible way, provision of a land grant.
He remembered again the view from the top. Miles and miles of some of the best watered country that one could wish for. Land that seemed to go forever.
Blue Mountains terrain
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