Helen, No I can't get my Dear-one to travel the distance and would miss him if I went alone. I was at Nariel in the 60s and went there for about 15 years. It's a great little festival. A real step back in time, with the dances in the old rickety hall and the fairy lights strung up around it. I did manage to get True-love there a few times in the early 90s. Now we wait for the friends who cross past our place on their way home to South Australia, after Nariel. I have some wonderful memories of Nariel and some great old photos.
Legend has it that Graham Dodsworth once stayed camped at Nariel until well past Easter one year, but the record was broken in the 90s by a Queenslander who stayed all year after his car broke down. Ah!! the nostalgia! Joy