Exactly what it says in the title – I took a trip down the highway to a little shop called The Honey Place.

This is what the entrance looks like:

There were a whole bunch of blue-faced honeyeaters outside in the car park, which I found fitting:

They are called honeyeaters, after all.

The shop sold souvenirs, packaged food like roasted macadamia nuts and honey (obviously).  They also had a honey-tasting corner, which I made my first stop:

Basically you took a little plastic spoon and pumped honey from the syrup bottles.  There was honey there that I’d never even heard of, like rosemary honey, peppermint honey, and macadamia honey.  My favourite was the leatherwood honey, from the leatherwood trees on Tasmania’s west coast.  It’s not quite as sweet as other honey, and it has a bit of spice to it.  Apparently, leatherwood honey is considered a gourmet kind of honey.

They also had a fully functioning beehive behind glass, so you could look in at what the bees were doing.  I took a photo and some video:

 

As you can see, beehives are kind of crowded.

They also had this little white box:

That was actually a hive of the Australian stingless bees, which look more like flies or ants than what we’d think of as a bee:

 

This is a photo of a photo of what it looks like inside that white box:

You see, these bees have an interesting hive structure, in that the honey and pollen is stored in little pot clusters on the outer edges.  The eggs are housed within that, in a cone-shaped spiral.  Funny, huh?

I also took a photo of this poster, just because the sheer number of native bee species is way beyond what I ever would have guessed:

And that’s just New South Wales!

I had lunch in the little café there, and then it was back to Turtle Shell!

Now, I couldn’t believe I missed a perfect opportunity with the tawny frogmouth, but fortunately I found a frog in the caravan park tonight, so I get to say something that will probably only make sense to my family:

Look what I found, in the park, in the dark…

I didn’t take it home or call it Clark, though, so that doesn’t fit. (For those of you wondering, it’s from Dr Seuss.)

And check out this other picture I took, in which the flash seems to have resulted in opal eyes – because they’re not just red:

No, I have no idea why the flash turned it into demon-frog.  It looks like something out of DnD.  Of course, it could be the Mexican Staring Frog of Southern Sri Lanka, but South Park informs me I should be dead by now, so that’s probably not it.