We discovered a piece of paradise in a place called The Tarra Bulga National Park. I read it described as one of Victoria's best kept secrets. We stayed at Fernholme caravan park which was like a piece of heaven - the constant forest sounds of birds, frogs, the bubbling Tarra River a few metres away and the night sky through the trees was awesome. We were the ONLY people in the park as most Victorians wouldn't visit at this time of the year - too cold for them but we love it. I could have stayed forever!
Wombats and echidnas crossed our paths. I really wanted to see a lyre bird as we could often hear them but unfortunately they are pretty elusive. We also saw the biggest ferns I have ever seen and crossed an old suspension bridge which spanned the forest floor covered by the huge ferns. It was all beautiful.
The owner of the caravan park had just come out of hospital suffering from pneumonia. We offered to help him with anything he needed. He seemed so overwhelmed but said that his parents were arriving to help. We left him with our email address and said he was welcome to call if he was stuck.
The resident cocky, Joey, was very chatty too and loved Chris scratching his head. He clearly said hello and goodbye, and indicated yes or no to questions by nodding his head.
We were sad to go but had to head on to Sale to meet Chris and Ann...and pick up a new navlady which Chris has ordered over the net.
