Staying with a couple of guys out in the middle of nowehere (but then a lot of Oz seems to be in the middle of nowhere!). I've been passed on via one of my hosts in NZ: "Oh, give George a call, he's got a lovely house and I'm sure would be delighted to see you..." (This is so typical of the antipodes!) And, yes, here I am, a complete stranger and being welcomed like a long-lost friend. It's a wonderful feeling!
They have just finished building a really wondefull house on 500 acres of land overlooking the Clarence River. Current accomodation is in the tractor shed as they haven't moved in yet, but I ended up kipping down on a mattress in front of a wood-burning stove in the new house itself. There's something terribly primaeval, but also somehow sibyritic, about sleeping in front of a fire... It also happened to be warmer than a bed in a shed...!!
The silence at night is slightly unnerving tho - and the darkness (it's the dark side of the moon at the moment), but waking up as soon as it gets light to see the mist on the river
and then the actual sunrise was truly wonderful.
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