Arriving at Ferndale Park and finding we were one of only 4 visiting vans and the best spot in the park empty, we were ecstatic. It was going to be a great week. The weather forecast was for cool nights and warm to hot days. Whatever happened to our Australian Autumn ?
Awning was threaded, firewood was gathered, beds were made, knick knacks were placed, the kettle was on the boil and Claire headed straight for the water. (We're getting this down to a fine art)
The cows were absent this visit or so we thought. On day two we were visited by a family of 6. One bull and five milkers. Lucky fella.
Over the week a few more vans arrived and set up camp further along the river. We had a few visitors wanting to know about Annie and to take a look inside. We love visitors :)
On our last night we were joined around the campfire by a couple from Brisbane, Karen and Bob. It was a first for all of us when what we thought was a rabbit wandered into camp. It was not a rabbit. It was a bandicoot. It was hillarious. Karen didn't like the bandicoot trying to eat her chocolate stash and she let the whole immediate world know with an enormous scream.
I thought a bandicoot was the size of a rat . . . . . It was the size of a small dog with a long pointy nose like the bottom of an icecream cone . Should I ever have the pleasure of meeting another bandicoot, I will offer him chocolate.