

I had been re-reading the old Australian classic, We of the Never Never, before coming through Mataranka where it all happened. Sure enough, as we drove into the tiny town, I noticed Gunn Street named after the author. If you are not familiar with the book, it tells the true story of a young Melbourne woman (Jeannie Gunn) who travels to the Never Never with her new husband who inherits part of a station. It is very rough country which they cross mainly on horseback, and it is very hot. She experiences both seasons – the dry and the wet, and befriends the local Aboriginal women. Unfortunately her husband, Aeneas Gunn, dies just a year after their arrival. A film was made of the story in 1982.
We camped at the Homestead which is where the house used in the film still sits, although I have to say it’s very neglected. It’s a pity really as the whole town looks tired to me. I think Mataranka, with its history, could be a much more exciting place. Maybe they are waiting on the wet season to come through and freshen up the whole area?



The camping ground also had allusions to We of the Never Never.


The original Homestead was a few kilometres from here but no longer stands. A cairn stands there in its place.


Jeannie Gunn returned to Melbourne after her husband died, and is buried there. The others are laid to rest in Elsey Cemetery near the cairn. John doesn’t share my interest in cemeteries so he stayed in the car while I strolled through looking at the gravestones.
Exploring the history of We of the Never Never was one thing I enjoyed doing at Mataranka. The other was soaking in the thermal springs which were just a short walk from our camp. The springs at Mataranka have been enclosed at parts with stairs leading you in. A couple of kilometres along the road, Bitter Springs have been left almost untouched with the exception of steps into the water. We soaked in both. Both were clean and warm and refreshing.
We had three relaxing nights at Mataranka Homestead before making our way back to Katherine for the day to catch up with our friends, Sue and Marg, who were holidaying on the Ghan, travelling from Darwin to Adelaide.
The Ghan is still on my bucketlist so I was keen to hear all about it. John, Sue and I went to the Katherine Golf Club for a drink and to catch up, while Marg went off on an excursion to see the Katherine gorges. From all accounts, they were having a wonderful trip and both looked very relaxed and happy.

























































































































































































































































