Day 114 Friday 2/10/20 Grenfell, sunny 25
I can hear Apostle birds playing outside. Yes, playing. The highlight of any trip north is seeing these little guys chattering and playing in the dust, muttering to themselves and grooming each other.
Elle has a swollen knee so El Prado unhitches and we tour the area in their car. The nearby grain silos have been painted by silo artist Heesco. An entrancing mural of the wealth of this district.
We drive to the eastern end of town to O’Brien’s Hill the site of the original gold mine. A rusted poppet head, whim and mine shafts remain.
Then it’s out of town towards Ben Hall’s cave in the Widdin Range. Remember he was the bush ranger who hung around these parts. We don’t think we’re fit enough for the rocky climb to the cave but El Prado had met some members of the Seaton family (I told you, he talks to everyone) yesterday. He sat on a seat in the Main Street and chatted to all the passers by. Anyway, the Seaton’s suggested that we visit their uncle’s farm out beyond Ben Hall’s cave.
Jim and Bertha Seaton established a farm out here during the depression. Jim Seaton was as canny as any farmer and created fences by collecting unwanted pieces of wire and rewinding them together. He extended the height of his fences with saplings to keep the Roos out. To make used corrugated iron go further he pounded the waves out of it. Jim and Bertha dug their own dams and wells by hand and built their sheds and house from the flattened corrugated iron.
Once more we marvel at the Paterson’s Curse. The locals tell us that the crops are the best since the 1980’s.
Back in town we discover Rosa’s Bakery run by a young Vietnamese couple. We tackle the Pork Rolls with gusto. I visit the art gallery at the Info Centre, the photography is sublime and I vow to send Elle there tomorrow. Yes, we’ve decided to stay in Grenfell another night, just one as there is a three night limit. This is such a likeable town.
NSW and NT have agreed to open up their borders to New Zealand.
Travelling Kms: 0