Nimben

At the insistence of George and Sol in Clarence River, I'm staying a couple of nights at a community just outside Nimben. Tucked away in the hills, down a long, rather perilous dirt track there's a rather ramshackle wooden house with some even more ramshackle sheds and the odd, elderly caravan dotted around the bush - not unlike 'Wildways' for those who know that estimable establishment, but rather run-down and overgrown!
Everyone's very friendly and we all eat communally. I spent yesterday just mooching about, initially in front of the wood-burning stove, then progressing to the balcony as the day warmed up. Even pottered out for a walk, harp in tow...!

Everyone loves the harp of course and at a birthday gathering last night, pretty much everyone had a go. The harp is, I think, unique in being an instrument that absolutely ANYone can make a nice noise on!

Woke this morning to nip outside for a pee, to be greeted by the local wallaby and her joey nibbling the plants outside the back door... of course I didn't have my camera there. Anyway, imagine me discretely hopping from one foot to the other in the chill morning air, desperately wanting to answer Nature's call, but also not wanting to disturb this particularly sweet scene!