Yackety Yack, Day 19 – Pacing Ourselves

Day 19 Saturday 27/5/2023, Narrabri, sunny zero to 18

Dad’s talking clock woke us in the wee hours. “Beep, beep, beep the indoor temperature is 0.8 degrees, the outdoor temperature (heaven knows how she knows that as there’s no outside sensor) is blah, blah, blah. Beep, beep, beep the indoor temperature…” I crawl out from under the warm doona and shove her (the clock) under a cushion. That shut her up.

It’s a cold morning. It’s dry here and should be called Narradry, so dry I could do with some surgery to remove the boogies from my nose.

The trotters (pacing horses) are out being trained on the track and at breakfast we can hear the clop, clop, clop as they race past.

Putting the pacers through their paces

Woody walks around the Narrabri Lagoon while VeeWee and I walk the Main Street shops. She buys an electric fan heater as her diesel heater isn’t working. Elle rests.

The old Narrabri Gaol, hmm, that’s worthy of a sketch

Back at camp and VeeWee helps Elle become familiar with her awning which is quite high. Another motor home identical to Elle’s arrives in the park, the owners introduce themselves and give Elle a few handy hints.

Out, in, yep, it works.

Accom: $17.85

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