Gloucester

The journey from Booti Booti to Gloucester provided a picturesque drive, and despite the numerous bends in the road, the trip was easily manageable.

The Gloucester Holiday Park is situated along the Gloucester River, and the town is at the foothills of the Bucketts Mountain Range. The Holiday Park is on 20 acres. It is an older caravan park with dated amenities, but it has a special charm to it. It is also located near the pool complex and superb park, which are both well-maintained.

After visiting the tourist information centre, we decided to ride our bikes along the Heritage Trail. The crepe myrtles were in full bloom and looked stunning. Afterwards, we had coffee at ‘The Common’ and then spent a lot of money at the Drifter Camping Store Sale.

The following day, after looking at the tourist maps we decided to pack a picnic lunch and take a drive to Gloucester Falls. We went south along Bucketts Way Road and turned right onto Gloucester Tops Road, a bitumen and gravel road. We highly recommend this route for its scenic views of the lush countryside, but it is not suitable for caravans due to its narrow and winding nature. We passed by numerous farms with Black Aberdeen Angus beef cattle, and we now understand why the meat tastes so good: they eat the best grass, resulting in delicious grass-fed beef.

The area is rich in birdlife, including currawongs, yellow-faced black cockatoos, crimson rosellas, as well as the Bell Miners. As we approached the summit, the melody of the Bell Miners could be heard. We missed the turnoff to Gloucester Falls and ended up at Cobark. We stopped for a bite to eat at one of the crystal-clear, running creeks. It was so green and lush after the recent rain. Due to heavy clouds approaching and potential storms, we decided to head back home. However, there is still more to see up ahead, so we have put it on our bucket list.

Outside the entrance of the caravan park, you’ll notice plaques next to trees newr the road, each representing someone who has lived for 100 years or more. The oldest plaque I saw was for someone who lived to be 105.