Magic abounds at this site that is a parcel of land cut out of a hill-top cattle property, overlooking lands to to the east that take in Casino, the lights of Kyogle, a smidgen of Goonellabah (to the east of Lismore), the Byron Bay Lighthouse, the very tip of Mt. Warning (on a very clear day), and the light show of great Mother Nature as the Earth spins and turns and you watch cloud and shadow and smoke and cattle and bird and man-made vehicle lighten and darken their way to midnight through to the deep dark of very early morning. We parked ourselves here for 2 weeks in October that also took in the great weather event of the month resulting in much horizontal waterfall and fog fog fog akin to San Francisco in Summer as the great hot heat of the valley pulls in the cold air of the frenzied ocean beyond - and for 72 hours straight we were in a blanket of white akin to an episode of the Twilight Zone in keeping with our desire to be cut-off from the world for a time - and we were, and it was grand. Voices of men from the nearby National Park invoked upon us through the local fauna imitating the sounds of what they have heard through the generations and on occasion both of us heard the songs of familiar (and not so familiar) music playing in the background, often. Yet we were not afraid at all. Early morning kangaroo and wallaby passersby as well a late dusk going-homers greeted us each day despite the vagaries of clime . . . and on the clear crisp days the buzz of local bees infiltrated our hearing senses as the clover-rich grass around us was sucked up - the fruits of which to be delivered to us or you at a local market in a jar weighing either 250, 500 or 1 litre of tasty sweetness. Shelter, shield or barrier would have been welcome respite what with the driving rain, though the compound was not built for that - a pity, in that one would surmise that this poly-structure could have been more attuned to what the great Mother concocts from time to time; and our time, being that during a weather event, proved challenging albeit refreshing given that we desired a complete separation from what we knew . . . however as cyclonic winds engulf one as one attempts to wash dishes and dry them as the dishes fly in to the air as if possessed by a foreign spirit (of bewitchment, comedy - the forest? - one speculates, fantasises and, dare it be said, hopes? . . . ) - and as these same winds and driving rain prevent one from enjoying the spectacle from the adjacent outdoor viewing deck, undercover yet inadequately sufficient to embrace coverage in toto, one and company are bade indoors to keep warm with limited wood supply burning in a heat-giving...