Forster

The pelican in Forster. We stayed here three nights, on our way to Sydney. This is Not a statue, and the white stuff on the rock is NOT paint.
Forster brought another animal-experience: foxes. One morning, our neighbours showed us the leather sandals that they left outside the caravan during the night. The back strap was chewed away by foxes. I replied that we must have been lucky then, because our shoes were outside as well, and I did not notice anything. Until Pam asked where my other sandal was. We found it back under the caravan with the backstrap chewed as well.