After a disgustingly early start to the morning (3:45am!) we were on our way to Port Macquarie. It’s about 4 hours from home; although I’m not even going to pretend the kids and I didn’t sleep for at least 3 of those. Port Macquarie is a lovely spot; it reminds me a lot of Hervey Bay in its small town, beachy, picturesque way. When we arrived we enjoyed a delicious (dessert) breakfast at our favourite eatery; The Pancake Parlour, and then went on our merry old way to our planned destination, Timbertown, situated in Wauchope about a further 20 minutes drive away.
Dad said him and Mum had taken me there as a littlie’ but I had no recollection of it so it was just as new and unexpected for me as it was for the kids. Walking around the property was like stepping back in time, it was an excellent lesson in history for the kids, a front row seat to see with their own eyes what life may have been like in yesteryear. A little bit like Old Sydney Town, for those playing along at home but on a much smaller (privately owned) scale.
We rode ‘Ruby’ the old steam train; the driver even hand punched our tickets, a nice touch I thought. And afterwards he happily answered questions about the workings of his pride and joy. We saw the gorgeous old printing presses, barber shop, ye old school house, a woodwork shop full of handmade toys, puzzles and trinkets. A bullocks show, and more. We even rode on an old horse pulled carriage - which was as equally fun and scary as we bumped and squealed our way around the town.
At the end of each day we have a little family ritual of asking each other our highs and lows. The girls’ both voted the train ride as their high (luckily there were no lows today) and Callum’s high was a lesson in whip cracking, despite his blister he took home as a momento. My high is listening to my gorgeous kids lay in a deep sleep beside me as I finish writing this.