Woodend in the Macedon Ranges has a quintessential Australian village feel. I visited for the weekend, staying in a beautiful rustic woodland cottage.
I think I’ve found ‘The One’. Yes, it’s true. Since I’ve been frequenting Australian shores I’ve been waiting and hoping, hoping and waiting for the right one to come along. And now it seems my wait is finally over. The Lost Lands festival is here!
These gold award winners are a good representation of the type of ecotourism activities available in Australia. If you’re looking for the best ecotourism experiences down under, these are a pretty good start.
On the surface, Noosa seems like any other seaside town, but there is so much more to this captivating region than sun, sea and sand. Conservation and sustainable tourism ideals are ingrained in the community and business life. Action groups ensure development is restricted, wildlife is cared for and management programmes are in place to help protect this wonderfully diverse environment. Added to that some seriously good places to eat and you can see why people keep coming back for more.
When there are children’s lifeless bodies rolling with the waves on shorelines, choosing another inane travel photograph or writing about my charmed life seems incredibly vacuous. There are a thousand things that matter so much more.
The 52 Weeks Series :: a photo a week, every week, in 2015. I want to let you into a little secret. Or maybe it’s not so secret if you dabble on Instagram. I’m a runner. I run. Words I never thought I’d say. And if I’m honest, words that if you have known me for a while would make you guffaw out loud exclaiming, “What? You!” I’m still not sure if it’s a mid-life crisis or whether it’s my ageing body trying desperately to cling to the last sliver of health I have left, but it’s happening.
Only an hour and ten minutes by car from Melbourne and covering a whopping 30 hectares of bushland, Healesville Sanctuary showcases more than 200 Australian species and offers visitors the opportunity to see animals unique to Australia.
Flying over Eli Creek, you can see the tour buses and 4x4s gathered at the mouth of the creek. It gives an indication of the size of the sand dunes. It’s a wild island, constantly changing with the shifts of the sands, and, as it was on my first trip 18 years ago, instantly captivating.
Doing a really good job of pretending not to be there, the critter stood stock still and stared straight ahead. It was obviously scared and wishing internally for me to disappear.
There’s a real sense of calm when canoeing. Especially if you’re in a quiet backwater with little to break silence but the tip of an oar breaking through the surface of the water and the consequent drips and dribbles from the paddle on the arc.