The gathering...

I woke at five and ate the rest of the airline biscuits in the little basket by the kettle. Probably I should have brought up some food! At 7.30 Callan the DOP came and got me. Back into the bush in the director's 4WD: we sorted out a few more locations. The heat and the general logistics of getting the cast and crew to some of these glades and slopes was starting to really worry me, but the director and AD were onto it: they had alternatives for everything, which is always a good idea. Film-making is contingent on so many things: weather, time, people's schedules (one of out main actors had to leave at 3.30pm every day as he was taking part in 'Taming of the Shrew' down in the Sydney Botanic gardens); the needs of various proprietors (the resort wanted us out on Thursday night; which meant shooting all Friday in their bush property was now out - playing havoc with the schedule) and the shop we were going to shoot in could only give us a few hours. And so on.

The bush is really quite dangerous: between the trees in the more wooded areas the sandy soil is covered is a deep litter of leaves, bark and sharp branches. Going through there in bare feet is completely out of the question. On the slopes there are small bluffs of sandstone about five metres high which run along the contour line, each separated from the next one below by a an intervening strip of steep bush. Everywhere you look - and you've got to look! - there are biting ants and other creepies, including snakes (we saw two). One thing is for sure, there is no way a real yowie would have long fur, as it's just impossible to push your way through thick NSW bush without it getting caught on everything and festooned with gum leaves, bits of bracken and stray bark. Then there are the pests that seem magnetically attracted to fur - ants, spiders and flies!

We popped out of the bush on one of the many tracks and went to find a good coffee. A little cafe place near Madison's resort run by a genial older man and his bevy of female helpers supplied this, as well as a large bottle of ice-cold local apple juice, which I took with us. We drove down to the pub and checked out the verandah. We returned to the cafe and got meat pies. People started to arrive in the afternoon. Neil (a friend from NZ who had agreed to be one half of the chef team) and Marie and the girls arrived late it the afternoon, with my trailer piled high with food and other goods. Neil had built a sort of wall round the trailer with bits of blue board and this created a deep box in which to pack things. He prepared a vast spread in the early evening while the actors, J and I did a read-through in the gazebo above the dam. This went well - the actors all gel together well. Later on in the big common room J gave a little speech - minimal, as it should be. I looked around: there were about 22 people there, most of whom I didn't know! Assistants to assistants, friends and hangers on maybe: I will discover their functions in the next day or so. They all seem very young. Filming starts at 0730 tomorrow!

Still very hot at 10 at night. Didn't dare open the gauze doors though for fear of mozzies. An anaemic fan stirred the air weakly (expect Peter Lorre behind the potted palm). Our cabin is scattered with bags and boxes of props - each labelled for scene numbers. Neil is crashing on the sofa bed. I set the alarm for early as i had to get down the hill to Freeman's Reach, a village near the Hawkesbury where I was due to pick up a minivan the next day at 0700.