The cache is not a simple nano.
A lovely poem by John Bernard O'Hara that was inspired by the Cockatoo Creek in the early days. Have a read of the history on the nearby plaque.
The little creek goes winding Thro' gums of white and blue, A silver arm Around the farm It flings, a lover true;
And softly, where the rushes lean, It sings (O sweet and low) A lover's song, And winds along, How happy -- lovers know!
The little creek goes singing By maidenhair and moss, Along its banks In rosy ranks The wild flowers wave and toss;
And ever where the ferns dip down It sings (O sweet and low) A lover's song, And winds along, How happy -- lovers know!
The little creek takes colour, From summer skies above; Now blue, now gold, Its waters fold The clouds in closest love;
But loudly when the thunders roll It sings (nor sweet, nor low) No lover's song, But sweeps along, How angry -- lovers know!
The little creek for ever Goes winding, winding down, Away, away, By night, by day, Where dark the ranges frown;
But ever as it glides it sings, It sings (O sweet and low) A lover's song, And winds along, How happy -- lovers know!
Once you have finished enjoying the poem and the history lesson, it's time to look for a cache.
Watch out for snakes. Do not attempt on days of extreme bushfire risk. Be aware, it is slippery in the mud!