After a quick salute and prayer to the Crocodile King we hurtle along the Steve Irwin Way towards the Carswell residence under the dodgy guidance of Tom Tom.
It is not long until we are in full view of the majestic 25 million yr old volcanic nipples – otherwise known as the Glasshouse Mountains.
We were very fortunate to participate in the Carswell Avocado Palace experience. Many thanks go to our good buddy Christian in convincing his dad Ivan, and the lovely Helen, for letting us wild on their property. There were fabulous feasts and after many brutally good home brews and a night watching the union we were accepted into the Carswell Clan (yes Christian you are now our bro, not that your weren’t before bruz). We loved the insight into property life in such a beautiful mountainous area not so far away from the coastal riff raff.
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