We camp beside the Barwon River near Walgett around lunch time. We have a nice view of the river. Views are not for our mate though she parks back down the track with the van in a clearing and facing north. That’s north to pick up the satellite signal and clear of overhanging gum trees. After much grumbling and cursing the signal is finally located and she retreats to her van.
We spend the afternoon sitting beside our van catching up on the Saturday papers, reading quietly in the sun entertained by the distant sounds of a footy tragic shouting “KICK iiiiiiT!”