This is primarily a dairying area with good pasture and high rainfall.
The only indication that we had reached our destination was 'Childers' on a large wooden sign and a couple of houses. I realised that I had no idea where the farm was so I rang my eldest brother who had been to the area a couple of times in the past two decades or so. He said that we needed to drive on until we came to Settlement Road and our farm was in the corner, on the left hand side. That sounded simple enough so we continued on for about 7km and sure enough we came to the intersection with Settlement Road. But rather than the farmland I expected to see, we were in a plantation of eucalypt trees. Obviously this was a commercial enterprise and nowhere could one fit a cow, let alone an entire herd.
Reasonably undaunted, we continued for about 17kms along an unsealed, winding road, with steep forests rising above us on the right and dropping away into deep gullies on the left. We were grateful that it was a Saturday afternoon and we didn't encounter any log trucks on a narrow bend.
Gradually the forest gave way to more open farmland with some quite spectacular views. Occasionally we were able to pull off the road a little and take a few photos.
It is hard to convey in these photos just how steep the countryside is, but we were impressed with this paddock which needed to be cultivated in one direction only, ie. the tractor would have to come down the hill, then skirt around the steepest parts until it could reach the top of the hill and then come down again. The land is too steep to drive up or sideways.
We eventually came to the other end of Settlement Road. After receiving instructions from my brother we had actually headed south instead of north and come in at the wrong end of the road.
So there, on the right hand side of the road now, was the farm we were looking for. We couldn't see the house, and I think we may have passed it before we realised we had come to the farm so we didn't turn around and go back. I was happy enough to have found the farm and could take some photos.
My brother is five years older than me, so he remembers more about living there than I do. Apparently, the land had only recently been opened up for farming when my parents arrived there in late 1943 and much of the land was still covered in blackberries and bracken fern.
It is undoubtedly beautiful countryside now, although its beauty may not have registered too often with Dad as he tried to clean up a dirty farm and eke out a living for his family milking a few cows and growing potatoes.
As I stood there I tried to imagine what it must have been like living there more than 60 years ago with very poor road conditions and unreliable transport.
A few more scenes along the way.
Although it was a beautiful day, it was quite hazy in the distance.
I have almost no memory of living there and I wish now that I had gone back years ago. Perhaps even with Mum and Dad so that we could have talked about their time there. So often we don't see the need to do these things until it's TOO LATE!