Celebrate Your Special Romantic Occasion at Corynnia

Experience the enchanting allure of the VIP Homestead Suite at Corynnia Station, where the elegance of the 1930s awaits to make your anniversary truly unforgettable. As you step into this beautifully preserved homestead living room, you’ll be transported back in time, surrounded by vintage charm that whispers stories of romance.

Imagine the soft glow of the fireplace casting a warm light over the space, while the gentle notes of a piano fill the air, creating an atmosphere of intimacy and nostalgia. Here, you can indulge in a candlelit dinner, savoring exquisite cuisine as you celebrate your love in a setting that feels both timeless and magical. This is more than a meal; it’s an experience crafted to celebrate your special moment together, wrapped in the charm of a bygone era.

A Timeless Outback Retreat – Perfect for Your Anniversary

Step back in time while enjoying modern luxury in our 1930s Homestead Suite at Corynnia Station. This beautifully appointed suite offers the perfect balance of vintage charm and modern comfort, providing a relaxing and indulgent retreat for couples as well as solo travellers.

The suite features a spacious queen bedroom with a separate sitting and dining area. The stunning views overlook our peaceful Homestead garden oasis. The room offers exclusive access to the original homestead sitting and dining room (however for adults only) complete with piano and fireplace, which creates a serene, intimate setting.

Our suite is designed for ultimate relaxation with five-star beddingelectric blanketsluxurious woolen duvets, as well as high-end amenities. You’ll enjoy the comfort of reverse cycle air-conditioning and heating to ensure your stay is always at the perfect temperature.

The newly renovated ensuite bathroom offers modern facilities with all the touches of luxury you expect. Step out onto your private verandah with sun lounges for a quiet moment overlooking the garden. This is the perfect spot to unwind and soak in the tranquility of the Outback.

Luxuriate in a true disconnect with no TV, while you allow yourself to fully immerse in the peaceful surroundings of Corynnia Station.

Book your unforgettable stay now!

The Unique Charm of Corynnia Station in “Days After Bourke – a Bushwoman’s True Story” Part Three

The central character in Joy Robertson’s Days After Bourke.

Corynnia Station, a working sheep station in the Australian outback, stands as a central character in Joy Robertson’s Days After Bourke – a Bushwoman’s True Story. When the protagonists arrive, they find the farm in a state of disrepair—run down and struggling to cope with the harsh elements of the outback.

In dedicating a significant portion of her book to Corynnia Station, Robertson highlights its unique charm and the profound impact of the outback on those who inhabit it. Corynnia Station is a compelling reminder of the challenges and beauty of rural life, making it an unforgettable element of Days After Bourke.

Here are excerpts from the book:

After a makeshift tea we started to clean the kitchen up. No matter what men say the kitchen is the hub of any house and it had to be put to rights straight away. If the men aren’t fed properly, they cannot be expected to work.

We made our beds in a couple of the rooms and fell into bed exhausted. What a big day we’ve had! I cried during that first night partly from sheer weariness but also from thinking about what we had left behind. Next morning I walked around the verandah of the house and all I could see was sand and couldn’t see beyond it.

Ohh! What a mess! No wonder Mr. Crawford had doubled Jim’s salary.

Jim went to Carrathool early next morning to take the caretaker into town and while he was gone the boys and I wandered around outside. The landscape reminded me of pictures I’d seen of the war when our men were fighting in Egypt or other desert areas. Sand and more sand.

Jim was to take Bluey back to school a few days later and said that while he was in Hay he would make arrangements with a contractor to get rid of the sand in the yard and also get someone to look for water. The water situation was critical as the old bore at the homestead was caving in and needed replacing. The only water we had at the house was 3 rainwater tanks and they were full of frogs!

The house yard by the look of it had at one time had a 7- or 8-foot-high saltbush hedge down its western and southern sides. Jim was able to get a man with teams of horses that did delving who said that they could shift the sand. It took over two weeks for the two teams to pull all that sand out. The teamsters saved as much of the saltbush hedge as they could and later, we were able to replant the gaps. Jim wanted the sand spread over the area outside the homestead yard instead of just being piled up outside. In time it just sort of disappeared the biggest quarterly wins I’ve ever seen were at Corynnia.

They would be over 100 yards across and hundreds of feet high. We were told to keep away from them. They became less as the seasons improved and things weren’t quite so dry period the Crawfords had also bought a neighbouring place called Glenorie and made it part of Corynnia. That extended the total grazing area but it was still not as big as Toogimbie.

The boring contractors had to drill to 300 feet through very fine sand before striking water and had to put on sand filters to stop the pump from picking up sand while it was pumping. A new mill was erected and a big ground tank and a high overhead tank were built. What a big job! The high one was for the house and garden and the other one was for stock. The water was plentiful and I was keen to start shaping the garden.

One of the first things we had to do after settling in was to sort out the multitude of wild cats that were living around the house area. There must have been over a hundred in all. They were everywhere, all colors sizes and sexes. There wasn’t any wildlife left around this area with such a mob of cats running loose. Jim was able to clean them out with a lot of shooting. We were not going to keep even one! Jim asked Dalgetys in Hay if they knew of any suitable workers and two weeks later he received a telegram saying a family of three workers would be arriving from Melbourne. There was Frank the father Pat his daughter and a sturdy son called Kevin. Pat was to help me in the house and with the cooking. Kevin was the groom and Frank the handyman. They lived in a cottage just off the quarters. Jim was able to buy 2 Nissen sheds from army disposals and planned to use one for storing machinery and vehicles. There were two old wooden sheds out the back and one was pulled down to make room for the first Nissens. Much later the other one was put up for hay and grain storage when farming was commenced on the northern part of the property.

After Christmas Bluey wasn’t ready to go on to high school and he hadn’t done very well in Hay. I put him on correspondence with Alan and he repeated 6th class period. Having Pat to help with the cooking meant I was able to spend more time with the boys on their lessons and we saw some marked improvement. I was also able to devote more time to the house and garden. The correspondence lessons sent fortnightly from Sydney were very interesting. They arrived via the mailman and when finished were sent back to the school. The only trouble I’ve found was actually keeping the boys in the classroom as there seemed to be so much going on around the place. If it wasn’t a broken-winged bird it was a lamb or our pet crow. This crow delighted in walking around the flower garden chopping off flower heads and dropping them to the ground. We also had a greyhound that someone dumped on the place and this was another distraction. Her owners had cut the tips of her ears; But why? Jim said that she must have become too hot to run anymore in Griffith as at that time it was a practice to dope dogs for racing and then bleed them afterwards by nicking the tips of the ears. In time the ears became quite marked. Little did her owners know when they left her in the bush that she would be found by my Bluey! They picked the one boy that would do anything for her.  He thought the world of her.

She became known as Lady,  Lassie or Sally. She would answer to any of those names. When she first turned up she had a big yellow pup with her but the men did away with it. Jim was quite happy to keep Sally because he had never had a pet dog and he thought it would be good for the boys to have a dog with them about the place.

Some days they would go out chasing kangaroos with Sally. She wouldn’t go for the last one as they took off across the paddock, but always went for the big one in the lead. By the time the boys could catch up with her on foot, she would have killed it. They would drag the kangaroo home the best way they could and the boys always wished she would pick one of the smaller ones towards the rear instead of the leader. Usually one of the men would cut it up to feed all the dogs.

One time Sally and I locked horns.

The boys were supposed to be having a rest on a couple of beds out near their school room but there seemed to be a lot of noise coming from that direction. It only settled down when I sang out but it wasn’t long before it started up again. I crept out to see what was going on, and there was Sally on the bed and under the covers with Bluey. I saw red and went out wielding a straw broom. Did she jump! She took off from under the covers when I hit the bed and flew straight out through the gauze on the veranda taking out a whole section.

Bluey jumped when I hit him with a broom and Allen dived under his bed and stayed there. It wasn’t the poor dog’s fault really and it took ages for me to get near her again. At times while the boys were out hunting, they’d come across rocks in little heaps and wonder what they were there for. The heaps usually showed up on some of the big clay pans that were made from the results of the big droughts and dust storms some years before. Jim explained that the small heaps of rocks, usually two or three together, where aboriginal burial sites, and the boys were not to touch them.

The Unique Charm of Corynnia Station in “Days After Bourke – a Bushwoman’s True Story” Part Two

The central character in Joy Robertson’s Days After Bourke.

The unique charm of Corynnia Station, a working sheep station in the Australian outback, stands as a central character in Joy Robertson’s Days After Bourke – a Bushwoman’s True Story. When the protagonists arrive, they find the farm in a state of disrepair—run down and struggling to cope with the harsh elements of the outback.

In dedicating a significant portion of her book to Corynnia Station, Robertson highlights its unique charm and the profound impact of the outback on those who inhabit it. Corynnia Station is a compelling reminder of the challenges and beauty of rural life, making it an unforgettable element of Days After Bourke.

Here are excerpts from the book:

CORYNNIA STATION

We drove upstream along the river from Hay for about 40 miles and then crossed the Murrumbidgee. It was then just about lunchtime, so we stopped for a picnic lunch on the riverbank beside a very striking-looking bridge. I had packed a cooked leg of lamb and roasted veggies, the leftovers from last night’s dinner and when we had stopped in Hay I had bought tomatoes and fresh bread. Jim set a fire and the boys helped him boil the Billy. We all liked our cup of tea with a picnic. The dogs were left off for a short run but were tied up after a while so that they wouldn’t go wandering off. After our welcome lunch break, we packed everything up again and set off to drive the mile or so to Carrathool which would be our nearest Township. What a tiny village! It had a police station, general store, railway station, small hall and a few houses. We pulled up in front of the store and Jim hopped out and went inside. He was in there quite some time and when he came out he said  I have just opened a grocery account for the station so we can order stuff. It also lets people know who we are. The railway line and station went down one side of Main Street, and everything else was on the other period this was one of the little places we must have passed through on the tram some two years earlier when we traveled from young to hate. What a quaint little place!

There wasn’t a soul in the streets so Jim turned the ute around and drove over the railway crossing and headed north. Another 10 miles over open plains the gateway to Corynnia came into view. The boys jumped down and opened the wire gate, and as we drove through I looked at the fence line and thought to myself  “There is no fence there just the tops of the posts poking out of the sand”. A couple of miles later we passed the woolshed on the left then shortly afterwards on driving up a sandy rise the Homestead came into view. What desolation! We drove up to the front gate of the house and Jim alighted from the ute with great enthusiasm saying Here we are! The boys and I got out and I just stood there and wept while the boys tried to console me. But I knew my husband! He had a drive in him that made him want to take on any challenge, and who was I to stop him?

Blowing sand had covered nearly everything and we were able to step right over the top bar on the front gate and surrounding saltbush hedge. There was over 8 feet of sand in the front garden and a very plain building with gauzed verandahs, in the middle of it all. I don’t think I had ever seen anything as desolate as this Homestead. I felt like turning around and leaving straight away from the shock of seeing the state the place was in. What a disappointment after our lovely Toogimbie. No wonder Jim had kept quiet about the place! I turned to him and asked What are we supposed to do with this? Goodness only knows! I then took a deep breath walked down the sloping sand to the front door and went inside.

What a mess! It was evident that there had not been anyone living in the main homestead for quite some time. An old man was camping in the quarters beside the kitchen and had been keeping an eye on things until someone turned up. Dalgetys had been paying him to caretake the place and as soon as we showed up he wanted Jim to take him straight into town! He couldn’t get away soon enough!  Tomorrow – he was told – as Jim had to go back to Carrathool anyway to pick up materials.

The homestead was big and sprawling and must have been very comfortable in its heyday. The kitchen was just behind the main house and was joined to it by a covered walkway. A big wood stove the biggest I had ever seen was down one wall in the kitchen; The sink and cupboards were under the window and there were ample storage cupboards and a big pantry. It had three doorways leading from it and a big wooden table stood in the middle of the floor. There were a number of cats about and talk about a mess! What had we got ourselves into this time?

I don’t know where to start.

Guided Group Garden Tours with Morning Tea served on the Homestead Terrace with your Hostess

Over the years, numerous groups have visited to enjoy Garden Tours in this extraordinary garden, and each guest has been inspired by its splendor. Julie’s garden is more than a visual delight; it’s a place of respite, offering a serene escape from the dry outback landscape.

We invite your group to be part of this ongoing journey. Come and explore Julie’s labor of love, where the beauty of nature certainly meets the spirit of determination. Your experience awaits!

In 1982, Bruce and Julie arrived as young newlyweds. The undeveloped dry area block had been purchased by Julie’s parents, John and Pat Jones, in 1977.

By the time they arrived, there was little or no garden and the 12 square 1930s homestead was riddled with mice and their droppings as well as dust.

Over the years, this once barren and dry landscape has transformed dramatically; both on the busy working station and the homestead garden oasis. Now a well-managed and enchanting country homestead welcomes guests from all over the world to their authentic luxury outback accommodation.

As a young newlywed, Julie had never aspired to be a gardener but her creative spirit dictated she couldn’t live happily and make a home in such awful conditions.

At the heart of this transformation is Julie. Her creative flair and relentless spirit shine throughout the expansive garden she designed and nurtured herself. Armed with just a wheelbarrow, a shovel, some cuttings, and lawn runners—along with a hefty dose of determination—Julie embarked on a journey that would redefine this outback landscape with limited resources and problematic access to water. Rather than having a grand vision she tackled one project at a time. She drew inspiration from each completed endeavor.

This resulted in the vibrant oasis we see today – a refuge and welcoming environment for her family, friends, and visitors to enjoy. During the many drought years, Bruce would come in after a long, difficult day saying that the garden was what kept him sane.

This garden is not just a collection of plants; it’s a lifelong passion project that reflects Julie’s incredible creativity, dedication, and hard work. Each plant you see during the garden tours tells a story of perseverance against the odds, illustrating how beauty can emerge from even the harshest environments. Over the years, Julie has learned what plants thrive in the harsh climate and believes design is more important than the variety of plants. It is of key importance to choose plants that will thrive in one’s specific conditions.

Julie looks forward to welcoming you for one of those garden tours to share the Corynnia Station garden, a little of their lives, and knowledge of plants and garden design.