Leaving behind the fading tinsel and discarded wrapping paper we descended on Victoria's surf coast. The drive up into the Otway forest and Erskine Falls is beautiful and the landscape recalls the scorched, part-balding habitat of 'Wild Things', both alien and familiar. Every NYE brings with it the same rucksack of emotions and expectations but there seemed a sense of gravitas about the impending 12 months. Not just a new year, a new decade. The disappointments and regrets of last year were replaced by the optimism of 10 bright new years to try and get it right. So tents were erected, mattresses inflated and in anticipation crawled into our sleeping bags for the night.