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.