What a weekend we had visiting The Styx River Hotel and Styx River. More than twenty-five of us and several dogs drove in convoy to film, photograph and festivate at Nicky Brett’s 110-year-old pub. Local landowner, Dallas, hosted us at his reach of Styx River, complete with sandstone cliffs, tidal bore and totally no one else. Through the night, the ghost train passed at least six times and under a full moon we shadow launched The Styx, played hippy volleyball and lots of musical instruments. The food was fantastic and so was the company.