Thursday 8 August
Nothing like a good night’s sleep and a new day to clear the bad vibes. Besides which, we had a canoe waiting to be paddled on Dimond Gorge.
This Crimson Finch was one of many flitting and feeding around the grasses near our camp around breakfast time.
Here are some of the highlights all of which, except for the dragon fly shots, were taken from the front of the yellow canoe in the company of a bottle of water and a waterproof picnic hamper for lunch. I dread to think how I would have navigated my way around this body of water if I’d gone solo. The master of the craft at the helm kept minds and bodies on course.