Day 14.04

A little further down a sign beckons us off the main road again: ‘The Foster Sheep Station – An Oasis in the Desert’. What would appear to be an old sheep station converted, in a most romantic way, to provide accommodation with a difference. Corrugated iron shacks are intertwined with curved paths, neatly lined with stones, and intermingled with bright welcoming blossoms. Old rusty wheel barrows and wagon wheels are placed strategically for that added authenticity. Bird feeders in the center garden provided a richness of sound and moving colour. The lady who came up to say ‘hello’ would have been at least in her late fifties, but her youthful exuberance hid her years. “We’re just cleaning up. We had a Camp-oven party last night. Ended up with 26 of us. I’m sorry you missed it. The more the merrier, you know.” She was trim and fit. Her pink jumper matched her fluffy pink and purple scarf and pearly pink lipstick. Her blue eyes twinkled through her suntanned smiling face, framed by her blonde hair. We agree, it is a very pretty place indeed. Had we known, we would not have bothered stopping in ‘Biddleonia’. “We came for two weeks. That was 18 months ago. We really love it here. It really is an ‘Oasis in the Desert’!”

‘Foster sheep station – An Oasis in the Desert’