From sub-tropical to sub-zero, the following day we returned from Port Douglas, we drove the 7.5 hours to a cottage near the tiny town of Ebor, on the edge of the New England National Park and about an hour or so east of Armidale (Australia's highest city) - where we met up with Anna and Matt. Two log fires, wine, cheese, Polish food, pizza and English-style bitter (courtesy of the New England Brewing Company, based in 'nearby' Uralla), plus the Game of Thrones Board Game, kept us entertained in the cold wintery evenings. Trout fishing was quickly abandoned (without the requisite gear), but we did enjoy an awesome walk in the National Park, with spectacular views and frozen waterfalls.
View from from Thunderbolts Way on the drive borth (named after an infamous bushranger, 'Captain Thunderbolt')
Ugg boots on and ready to party
"Snowy! Snowy! I can see the pub from 'ere!"
Shortly after sunset the temperature began to plummet; heavy frosts disappeared within a hour or so of sunrise both mornings.
The national park is home to one of the world's oldest rainforests - parts are thought to be 80 million years old, when Australia was part of 'Gondwana' (the seeds of some of the plants have been found in Antartica).
the photo doesn't do justice to 'Weeping Rock', nor the sound of dripping water or ice smashing on the rocks below as the large icicles melt as the temperature rises
Mandatory wood chopping pic
Cooking pizza
The local pub in Dorrigo (a small town an hour or so east of Ebor)
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With Pete and Wayne at the Waratahs' last Super XV home game before the finals - they beat the Hurricanes to clinch the Minor Premiership
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