Possums, but no koalas

In the short break between ships, Brent and I headed up to Port Stephens for a dirty weekend at the Wanderers Retreat. We stayed in one of the treehouses, set amongst the treetops and complete with a spa bath and a not so luxurious (but surprisingly unsmelly) composting toilet. It feels like there is no one else for miles waking up and seeing nothing but trees around you. There are meant to be koalas in the trees, but all we saw were some naughty cheese eating possums and some mystery animal digging around in the the bushes that eluded our torchlight.

Saturday we hired a boat and went fishing (I managed to catch 7 fish, all to little to eat, but still a victory over Brents 1 fish) and walked up Tomaree head for a look at the view. We tried to get into a sand dunes tour on Sunday but everything was booked out so we did the next best thing and went tobogganing! We also did lots of beach walking, laying about, and eating, but that goes without saying I guess. As always...photos.

Sitting on our balcony in the trees