Possum Lodge

This little hideaway boasts a ghost - or more probably possums on the roof. And there were parrots in the trees that made repeated attempts to steal my sandwich, grazing wallabies that seemed never to sleep and tiny joeys snug in their mamas' pouches that would have made the sternest face smile.

Possum Lodge was our home for two chilly nights and a sunny Sunday. The woodburning stove made a cosy cabin and walks by starlight made the dark nights special. And then there was a huge barbecue supper, Boggle, The Borrowers, and breakfast for eight.