Ok, so walking barefoot around the wet campsite probably wasn’t the wisest thing to do, especially considering the fact we were only about 5km from those leech warning signs from yesterday. However, there’s nothing quite like a leech attached to your ankle to wake you up, really give you the willies, make you scream like a little girl then never be able to look at wet grass the same again. Before you wonder, no I didn’t cut it off my leg (the knife wasn’t handy at the time), several determined flicks finally detached it from it’s dinner, and a photo of it on my leg would’ve been good, but even I sometimes have other things on my mind.
With that excitement over, the route continued north and back to the beaches, taking us through miles of forest and grazing land, and even though we’ve only scratched inland a little, it starts to make you realise how big a country Australia is. En route was the little village of Maclean, an oasis of Scotland next to the huge Clarence River. Each lamppost had a tartan painted on it and the butchers sold square sausage, now that’s something Caroline just can’t pass by!