By now the Snailhouse was over bitumen so we headed south east to Millstream NP. On the way, because of the earlier rain, there were many waterholes full of crystal clear water and birds. John insisted on pulling up for me to check them out!!!!!!!
This was what Mary could see, blow it up and you might see the swans
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| We called into Millstream Station which is now part of the NP. I could have moved in and stayed forever. |
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| To the right of the house there were the remains of a gracious old garden. The centre of it was a permanent spring and as you walked around the story of those who lived there and their lifestyle was told on boards through the eyes of an eleven year old male member of the family. The grandad built a bath house over the running creek, a chinese gardner kept the house supplied with vegetables and the station hands built an ant hill tennis court. These of course have long gone but the palms that were planted were magnificent. |
It was the lagoon and stream that caught my imagination. The lillies planted by grandma were magnificent and the little boy talks about having to spend time ripping them out when gran wasn't looking to reclaim their swimmimg hole. What a magical task!
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This photo will show hopefully how clear the water is. I took it from above the surface. It shows the underwater lilly garden and check out the little fish in the middle of the garden.
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