Winter

Well winter has arrived and the autumn leaves are all but gone. We now eagerly await the snow and the flurry of excitement that comes with it, I know I will regret saying that by the end of the season. The boys here are busily renovating our group kitchen in preparation for our first school group at the end of the month...there is always so much to do!

Mount Beauty really is a wonderful place to be at this time of year. The nights are now ever so cold but 90% of the time you awake to a crisp morning that unfolds into the most glorious sunny day. Although that doesn't stop me from pulling out the winter woollies and rugging Fergus up for our walks.

Speaking of Fergus, he is now 10 1/2 months old and a very busy little thing. He loves nothing more than to whisked up and taken for a walk around the pond, go to see the goats, chooks and cows and not to mention birdwatching...we have an abundance of cockatoos, kookaburras and parrots here which is a sight to behold at times.

Long Awaited Post

Well after a whirlwind Summer holiday season our feet have finally touched the ground again and I find I the time and inclination to start blogging again. And yes, all of the gentle prods my few followers gave me spurred me on too. In fact three reminders today! Thank you Choc, Janie and Jodi...

The Holiday Park is going really well and again the Christmas crowds had a wonderful stay. The atmosphere created here and the guests we have staying with us is quiet unique. Many feel like extended family members as some stay up to three weeks!

The days have been very long and tiring as we are generally up and on the go from 7am and not retiring until after our last walk around the park at 11pm. As for a Sunday morning sleep in, well they do not exist over summer as it is a Park tradition to host our Pancake Breakfast. A highlight for everyone! I think the record still stands at 18 pancakes in one sitting...hmmm

Mat and Duane hard at work putting in a new speed hump. Educating drivers to slow down in the park for the safety of the children is the bane of our existence when we are full.

The newly laid turf on one of our sites on the river.