Barakula

Kerry's mum, Molly was born near Chinchilla at Barakula so we found out some info from the Tourist Office and set off heading north to what is now forestry reserve. It wasa timber settlement back in the 1920s providing sleepers for the railway tracks. On the guide we had it directed us past old brickworks and a couple of old schools long since closed down. As we walked around them we could hear the ghosts of childrens laughter and play resounding in the playgrounds. We saw signs to Dogwood Creek camp so followed them and landed in the best camp site. We are right beside Dogwood Creek with a beautiful grassy spot to put up the tent. The birds are many and in fine voice and someone thoughtfully has cut some Cypress pine logs so plenty of wood for the camp oven veges and fire drum which is so efficient and warming. The smell of Cypress pine burning is an aroma  that stays in your memory of smells for ever as it is such a pleasant and earthy smell. We needed to find a place like this to sort out all our things and know how we want it all to work. It has provided us with just that. We stayed 2 nights here and besides the roar of distant chain saws and the arrival and departure of the logging trucks to pick up these logs we heard nothing but birds and the wind in the trees and saw noone for the whole time.