As with all the world's greatest, most impressive and most beautiful sights, there are simply no words suffiicent to describe the grandeur and the magnificence of the Blue Mountains. The view from Echo Point simply washes over you and defies you to take it all in.

As I mentioned back on the main page, it is a shame that some of the wonderful and rather mesmerising 'blueness' of these views will necessarily be lost in the translation to this website. For one thing, I only use a simple point-and-click digital camera which, though wonderful in many ways, does have its limitations. There are also the photographic limitations of the web to contend with, and the world of potential differences between your monitor and mine. So, take what you can from these images (the best I can provide) and then trust me when I tell you the real thing is at least 100 times more stunning, impressive and beautiful.

Everyone who visits the Blue Mountains takes pictures of this terrific formation, known as the Three Sisters.

I felt as if I could spend a lifetime just trying to take in this incredible scenery, and still never have enough time.

As well as looking far out across the expansive vista of the Mountains, there are also plenty of well-marked paths and trails to follow. These range from the kind of insanely arduous treks that Olympic Tri-Athletes would consider a bit of a challenge, to simple walks that anyone can enjoy. Naturally, I was inclined to attempt one of the longer, more difficult walks, but alas we didn't have time (bitter was my disappointment). We made do with a casual saunter down a twisting path that led to some huge overhanging rocks (as shown above left). These looked like they were just seconds away from falling and crushing the life out of anything nearby, but of course they've looked like that for hundreds or even thousands of years.

I don't know why, but I find it fascinating to come across trees with their root systems exposed.

After spending as much time as we could just taking in the glory of the Mountains, as well as walking down to Echo Point and back, we had time for breakfast at Katoomba's Paragon Cafe. I consider it aptly named. As soon as I set foot in the door and saw its 1930s Art Deco interior, I knew it would become one of my favourite eating places. As I recall, I enjoyed some rather fine creamy porridge.