Well welcome to our overdue blog! Times have been flying by and with two months gone already, it's pretty scary! The lack of blog writing and photographic genius has been down to a very spontaneous yet unbelievable adventure into the outback.

Last time we were heading off to Byron Bay and with a lot of hype about this place we were hoping to be impressed. When we got there it was a Friday night before a bank holiday weekend and every single place in Byron had no vacancies, we spent ages trying to find a room and pretty much exhausted all are options minus leaving Byron. We spent the rest of the day here and visited Australia's most easterly point where we seen a large pod of dolphins and turtles entering the sea from the lighthouse on the cliffs. We headed to a nearby town and spent the night before moving on to Coffs Harbour the next day.

On route to Coffs we spotted a gun club and decided to stop off and try our hand at shooting. Unfortunately, they had a clay pigeon competition on but after befriending some of the locals, they invited us to stay and watch. We spent some time chatting and they explained all the rules and were really friendly. At the end of the competition, one of the men offered to take us out and show us what to do. We went out into the bush with our shotgun and cartridges and soon picked up the technique. It was great fun and another tick in our metaphorical box of life experiences. In the evening, we had a walk around the harbour and were discussing our plans for the next few days, contemplating the options of making it to Melbourne early for the Formula 1. We overheard some people talking about a trip to the outback where you could learn the ways of the outback; so we got the address and looked it up.

The next morning we were driving 5 hours inland from the coast in the hope to learn how to lasso, whip crack, muster cattle and sheep, all the general outback skullduggery but most of all real horsemanship; to learn to really ride a horse and be able to gallop after missing sheep and cattle. The real stuff the stuff you could never get learning to ride at an English pony club.

Adam & Adam