I had never heard of Billip Bluff until I read it on the club programme. That's one of the things I love about being in a club - it introduces us to new peaks. I assumed it would be a bit like nearby Dry's Bluff - along, then up a bit, maybe a bit of real climbing, and then vast views out over the plains below to the north and east. Fine. One point. Put our names on the list.
Only in the bus did I start to hear horror reports of thick bush and nasty scree - one club member apparently said he'd prefer to be at work, and he hates his job. Oh oh. My mental image switched to a long unpleasant day fighting thick, prickly scrub, then dancing interminably on scree as the summit ran away from us in the distance. I feared we would not even get to summit at all. Oh well, here we were.
For the happy ending to these strong misgivings, and for some pictures, check out natureloverswalks.blogspot.com