DH, doggie and I have not long returned from Christmas Lunch. Which was lovely and peaceful. For the past few years we have taken the tack of going off by ourselves (there are no children in our family), and having a picnic somewhere in the nearby bush. This time it was at a picnic reserve that was logged many, many years ago, and has now regrown.
Notice the stump on the left - the original trees must have been huge. And we had it all to ourselves.
Three small rivers join at the flat, we were at one of the junctions - here is one river before joining the other.
There were lots of tree ferns around, something special to Australia. Here is one of the larger ones, in the middle of the flat. It would have been about 25 to thirty feet high.
We had a lovely lunch of potato salad (secret recipe), rolls, ham and salad. There was more, but we didn't have room for it. And a nice wine.
And the Christmas Bush/Mint bush was out. This is a small native tree that flowers at Christmas in the cool temperate southern rainforests (where we are). The scientific name, for those so inclined, is Prostanthera.
So, we had a lovely lunch. Now it is back to catching up with the rest of the family.