There are experiences that find their way onto a itinerary by chance, and there are
experiences that redefine what a trip means altogether. My nocturnal wildlife tour with in the
Margaret River region was firmly, unforgettably, the latter.
Margaret River sits in the deep south-west corner of Western Australia, a region of
extraordinary geological and ecological character. Ancient karri and jarrah forests rise to
cathedral heights. The coastline is rugged and wind-carved, quite different in temperament
from the turquoise gentleness of Rottnest. The air smells of eucalyptus and damp earth and
something older, something that belongs to the land in a way that resists easy description.
This is a corner of Australia that has been shaped over tens of thousands of years, and you
feel the weight of that time pleasantly, in every direction you look.
South West Eco Discoveries, led by owner Sally White, presents what she rightly calls a
mosaic of extraordinary natural sights and wildlife. Their nocturnal tour is the jewel in that
mosaic: a rare, intimate encounter with the animals and plants of the bush after dark, set
against one of the most spectacular skies I have ever had the privilege of standing under.
“I had visited forests before. I had looked at stars before. But I had never done either quite
like this.”
The Journey to Yelverton Brook
Our evening began with the drive into the bush, the last light draining from the western sky as
we made our way to Yelverton Brook Conservation Sanctuary, the private pocket of
original bushland where the tour takes place. This is not a theme park or a managed zoo
experience. It is genuine, protected native bushland, largely unchanged from the landscape
that the Wadandi people of the Noongar nation have known and cared for across centuries.
Walking into it after dark, with torches casting low pools of amber light across the
undergrowth, you understand immediately that you are a guest in someone else’s home.
A short guided bush walk led us to the animal viewing site, our guides speaking quietly as
they pointed out the native plants lining the path. And this is where the tour revealed its
deeper dimension.
The Living Pharmacy of the Bush
The native flora of the Margaret River region is not merely beautiful. It is a living archive of
knowledge, each plant carrying centuries of practical and cultural significance for the
Noongar people who have been the custodians of this land since time immemorial. Our
guides wove this history into every step of the walk.
The Balga, or grass tree (Xanthorrhoea), one of Australia’s most ancient and iconic plants,
produces a flower spike that was used for fire-making, its resin as an adhesive, and its base
leaves as food. The Zamia palm (Macrozamia riedlei), with its prehistoric silhouette,
provided seeds that were carefully processed by Noongar women into a paste after leaching
out toxins, a culinary and chemical knowledge refined across generations. Paperbark trees (Melaleuca) provided bark for sheltering, wrapping food for cooking, and as an antibacterial
dressing for wounds. Peppermint trees (Agonis flexuosa), which release their distinctive
sharp fragrance when a leaf is crushed, were used medicinally, their leaves steeped for
respiratory ailments.
These plants are not background scenery. They are a library, written in leaf and bark and root,
by people who understood this land with an intimacy that Western science is only beginning
to properly appreciate.
Bush Billy Tea and the Animals Arrive
We settled at the viewing site and that is when Sally’s team produced something that stopped
the conversation entirely: bush billy tea, brewed from local herbs and native leaves, served
warm in the cool night air. I wrapped both hands around the cup and simply breathed it in
before drinking. It tasted of the bush: faintly citrus, faintly floral, earthy in a way that was
deeply comforting. It was, without question, the most appropriate cup of tea I have ever been
served in my life.
And then, as though they had been waiting politely for us to settle in, the animals began to
arrive.
The kangaroos came first, moving out of the tree line with that particular combination of
power and softness that makes them so endlessly fascinating to watch. They accepted food
from our hands with a gentleness that was almost formal, their large eyes catching the
torchlight as they regarded us with calm curiosity. There is something about feeding a
kangaroo in its own habitat, under the open sky, without a fence or a handler between you,
that feels like a genuine act of trust on both sides.
Then came the bandicoots, and the collective reaction of the group was instant and
unanimous delight. Small, pointed-nosed, busy with the urgent importance of their own
evening plans, they darted and foraged with comical energy, barely registering our presence.
The bandicoot has the air of a creature who has somewhere very important to be and is
running slightly late, and watching them work their way around the clearing was among the
more purely joyful things I have experienced in recent memory.
Our guides were full of stories, factual and folkloric in equal measure, about each animal,
each plant, each sound coming from the dark beyond the clearing. The possibility of night
birds added a further layer of anticipation: tawny frogmouths, those masters of stillness and
camouflage, and owls whose calls drifted in from the tree line. The bush at night is
emphatically not silent. It is busy, layered, alive with a different shift of creatures going about
their business with tremendous purpose.
The Sky Above Margaret River
And then I looked up.
I have seen night skies. I thought I knew what a night sky was. The southern hemisphere
disagreed with me, politely but comprehensively.
The sky above Yelverton Brook that night was not merely starry. It was structural. The Milky
Way did not appear as a faint suggestion, the way it does through the ambient light of most
places I have stood. It appeared as a solid, luminous river of light, arching from one horizon
to the other with the confidence of something that has been there for billions of years and has
no particular interest in being subtle about it. The Southern Cross, that most distinctly
southern constellation, hung with quiet authority. Stars I had no names for crowded every
inch of sky that I turned to face.
I spent a considerable and slightly obsessive portion of the evening attempting to photograph
it on my phone. I tried every setting, every angle, every trick I had read about or half-
remembered. I failed, thoroughly and repeatedly, and eventually put the phone away with the
particular peace that comes from accepting that some things simply refuse to be captured.
The sky above Margaret River is one of them. You must go and stand underneath it yourself.
No screen will ever do it justice, and that is precisely as it should be.
About South West Eco Discoveries
Sally White and her team have built something genuinely special in this corner of Western
Australia: tours that combine ecological knowledge, indigenous cultural context,
extraordinary wildlife encounters and exceptional local produce into experiences that stay
with you. Their nocturnal tour is family-friendly and available alongside a range of daytime
nature and wine tours showcasing Geographe Bay, wildflowers, whales in season, and the
rugged west coast.
If you are travelling through the Margaret River region, this is not optional. It is essential.
At Panache World, we travel, we experience and then we pick appropriate experiences to add
on that extra layer of authenticity into your trips to Western Australia and beyond!
