after the concert...of which I will soon write something about, we headed here; 'Stone Wall Acres', getting in at midnight and crashing only to be woken up by silence, then birdsong, and that strange sensation that comes with an undisturbed sleep. It reminded me a lot of the Atherton tablelands and the peace therein...The B&B was an old farmers cottage from early 1800's, now restored...the stone wall it was argued may have been built by slaves...it stretched on through the countryside into and through forests, over hills and into valleys. Criss-crossing paddock and pasture for hundreds of kilometres across the state and beyond...it was impossible not to consider the human sacrifice beneath this enduring work of art.