On the walk back we had lovely views of the Manning River downstream.
And of the surrounding countryside.
Bridie Beagle however, was more interested in rolling around.
She did this many times.
By mid-morning, the fog was long gone.
We took a walk upstream along the unsealed local road to view the rapids.
There were lots of weeds roadside – blackberry and lantana bushes, and thistles.
When we came out into the clear, we saw how far we’d come, and how steep the hill was.
We noticed that some of the trees on the hill side were a copper colour. Hubby thought they were deciduous, but I thought that a bush fire came through not so long ago.
Eventually, the fog lifted, and the hills were in view once more.
Our camp site was rather humble, and luckily we scored one of the picnic shelters because hubby had forgotten to pack our fold-up table.
However others had a more extensive set-up than ours.
I’m quite fascinated by what people set-up when camping these days. I’m beginning to think that the days of simple camping are long gone.
It had been over a year since our last camping adventure, and I had been itching to go on another one ever since. Despite the fact that it always seemed to rain whenever I erected the tent, and that we left home in the middle of a storm, we drove up the Bucketts Way to the foothills of the Barrington Tops, to Gloucester. We had lunch in the rain, and hesitantly made our way north to Cundle Flat Farm.
Cundle Flat Farm is a working cattle property that has a small camp ground by the Manning River. It’s a pretty quiet, and out-of-the-way place – a hour out of Gloucester via a series of narrow, mostly unsealed, roads. But it has a few modern conveniences i.e. hot showers and flushing toilets, which make camping very civilised indeed.
It wasn’t raining when we arrived, but as if on cue, the heavens opened just as we pitched the tent. At least it was dry and cosy inside the tent.
More photos from our Barrington Tops camping trip soon. First, I’d like to share my latest knitting endeavours with you.
This neck warmer was taken from an old Patons booklet I had. It was a relatively quick knit using my leftover wool, to match my gloves and skirt. Hubby thinks I look like a colleen, hahaha.
Our visit to Stroud was a whirlwind stop – well, we really only stopped briefly at Silo Hill, which overlooked the town. It has quite an interesting history…
And here are the 60 pound cannons. Built in 1855, having travelled from England, to La Perouse in Sydney, up to Newcastle, and finally to Stroud.
I don’t think Bridie Beagle knew what to make of them.