We saw a bit of wildlife up on the Tops – a rock wallaby, colourful finches (and heard many more birds), but the only ones we managed to capture were these:
A skink basking in sunlight.
And the shell of a cicada, still lodged to the tree.
We made our way up to the Barrington Tops via a pot-holed gravel road. It was surprisingly cool up there after the humidity of the plains below, and from first glance it was obvious that we were in a sub-alpine area – not dissimilar to Thredbo. Well, we were 1,200m above sea-level.
There were little white flowers.
And the new growth on the bushes were vibrant to say the least.
I loved the undulating (currently green) hills of Rawdon Vale. The valley is an established Hereford cattle property since 1845, and even has a few National Trust buildings on site (a 19th Century red brick mansion being one of them). For me, the landscape reminded me more of the hills and plains of Wyoming, a la Legends of the Fall.