The fol­low­ing morn­ing, I was wo­ken by Luka, cen­time­tres from my face with this eyes wide open. “Mum… there is a kan­ga­roo… at… the… door,” he enun­ci­ated slowly. Be­fore I had a chance to re­spond, he bolted out of the room.

It turns out Luka hadn’t been imag­in­ing things. We opened the front door and there he was: an Eastern Grey kan­ga­roo, a few me­tres from the suite. An­other hopped over then a few more came by. We sat down on our ve­ran­dah, bask­ing in the morn­ing sun and the com­pany of the lo­cal mar­su­pi­als. It was a quintessen­tially Aus­tralian mo­ment.

Af­ter our morn­ing meet­ing with the mob, we rode our bikes up to the home­stead for a mag­nif­i­cent break­fast of pas­tries, fruit, or­ganic muesli and freshly made juices, as well as a de­li­cious made-to-or­der hot break­fast. We en­joyed a bit of ev­ery­thing, fu­elling up in prepa­ra­tion for the packed day ahead of us.

The first activity we chose was tree plant­ing, an ed­u­ca­tion in con­ser­va­tion for the kids. Not only was that a unique ex­pe­ri­ence but a truly spe­cial one for our fam­ily, com­muning with na­ture and naming a tree af­ter beloved late Grand­dad Boris. We now feel a con­nec­tion to this place, the re­sort and its 2832-hectare wildlife re­serve.

We then rode our bikes to the 1832 Her­itage Home­stead, a for­mer set­tler’s farm­house now re­stored to its colo­nial glory. Af­ter the kids en­joyed learn­ing about how peo­ple lived “in the olden days”, we popped into the Kitchen Gar­den, which sup­plies the re­sort’s restau­rants, to visit the res­i­dent scare­crow.

As we were still full from our hearty break­fast, we had a late lunch in the Coun­try Kitchen. No sooner were the Wagyu burg­ers con­sumed then the boys were off on their bikes once more giv­ing David and I a mo­ment to re­lax.

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