When I visit Northern NSW, one of my favourite activities is to check out the op-shops. Last visit I found a bag of woolly goodness, a rejected tapestry kit, and paid $2.00 for it. The limited palette is a very enjoyable challenge.
A coral garden, yet to be finished.
Some other strange organism incubating in my brain.
It's nestled in the hills of a caldera in Northern NSW. All around are rainforests, rivers and farms; sugarcane farms mostly.
The parrots are raucous, the kangaroos bold, the green tree frogs loud, the snakes abundant and the night sky seriously spectacular.
A carpet python sun-baking on the road.
The sub-tropical climate is perfect for vegetable growing. The warmth, high rainfall and rich volcanic soils makes everything grow like crazy. The grass has been so high that cars disappear in it as they drive down to the gate.
The local town has a great mix of people. Weathered farmers talking about their crops and rainfall; ferals with dreadlocks coming in to buy supplies from remote properties; Krishna worshippers from the large local Hare Krisna community; tourists visiting the world heritage national parks and people like me escaping the big city.
It was especially difficult to come back to Sydney this time.