Just half an hour north of Sydney is Glenworth Valley, an active farm with cattle, emus and over 200 horses. The farm offers camping space and basic gear for a fee, and some corporate groups bring their own glamping paraphernalia. Guests can also go kayaking, abseiling, and quad biking. Some visitors walk through the trails, bird guidebook in hand. And, of course, there is the horse riding. They find two mild horses for us novices, and we are guided through a trail over two hours, crossing streams and edging along hills. Eucalyptus of various kinds, acacia, wild cinnamon, ficus, trailing vines and yellow termite hills make the landscape familiar to those who have travelled in the Western Ghats,but this is a whole other world. We pass a small cave with ochre Aboriginal paintings of canoes and a boomerang. The kookaburra met us first thing, even before the gates were opened, and the rainbow lorikeets, magpies, wrens and red-faced swallows fluttered about while we were saddling up. In the forest there is birdsong everywhere. The lyre bird slides through the underbrush like a mongoose. The bell bird and dove cuckoo tweet their sweet notes. Billy points out a wombat&rsquos burrow. Now and then we see fist-sized holes in the ground, made by spiders. Everything is bigger in Australia.