Between Christmas and New Year the Suzuki and I and a friend went camping in the Goulburn River National Park.
The camp site itself was far more civilised than I’d expected: mown grass around moss-capped and lichen-patinaed rocks emerging at different levels in best landscaping style, under beautiful big angophora trees that leant and twisted over all.
There were even fireplaces, tables and a pit toilet that was almost as good as mine except that it had a door, so no view!
Unfortunately the river was in high brown flood, with quite large casuarinas laid flat in its current. No chance of swimming.
I was expecting this camping experience to be like at my place only more primitive and by a river, but I had to adjust to the fact that it was actually more public, for other people came and camped under the angophoras, not really close by, but even so I felt crowded!
But the surrounding bush offered much to look at, not least the erratic but amazingly intense blooming of the angophoras, with their clouds of clotted cream blossom on arching or drooping branches.