Wheelers Creek We woke early to a very cold morning nestled in the bush at Wheelers Creek, we hadn’t seen anyone since Wendy and Graham relinquished their camping spot to us, 24 hours before, not a single car, truck or nudist along the logging road, ah what bliss. Gypsy was snug inside last night, with the aid of our hot water bottles, we cosied up under the quilts and teddy rug and slept soundly, though we were hoping to have had the local possum tap dancing on the roof, but sadly he or she hadn’t made an appearance, we want possums, we were promised possums!! Last night was black, no moon, only the stars in the night sky to keep us company, our fire and the babbling of the creek some 50 feet away, I have
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