Gidday all,

Kangaroo Valley campground, a large area along the banks of the Kangaroo River in the hills west of Kiama NSW. A lovely spot, still a lot of campers about, but we found a spot up the back corner away from them all.

First night we settled down in bed and felt a strange sensation of the truck rocking, Din wasn’t being amorous, so I quietly went outside to investigate. There at the back was a large wombat busily scratching his back on our towbar. We looked about in the morning and found a burrow about ten metres away. Over the next three days he was a nightly visitor having a scratch at the same time each night. On the last morning we were there I found a wombat turd neatly sitting inside my croc shoes at the bottom of the steps. Lucky I looked before I slipped them on.

Our last day there was 43 degrees, and they were expecting the same for the next few days, time to get back to the coast. The sea breezes and slightly cooler temps make the crowds bearable.

We will miss our gentle rocking to sleep though, and our wombat will miss his back scratcher I’m sure.