Day 10, 19/5/2016, Cobar to Byrock, Sunny warm 24 At dawn a mist rises from the lake and a solitary pelican drifts back and forth. Ducks draw wakes across the mirrored surface. We take the Barrier Highway east to Nyngan. … Continue reading Like a Rollingstone, Day 10 – The Byrock Rock Holes Rock
Day 9, 18/5/2016, Wednesday, Billabourie to Cobar, Overcast It is a frosty morning, but we have power and thus heating and lattes. Yeah, I know, it’s a tough life. The farmer Lindsay drops by and apologises for not greeting us … Continue reading Like a Rollingstone, Day 9 – Postie Bikes & Cobar
Day 8, 17/5/2016, Tuesday, Balranald to Billabourie, Clear With kisses and hugs we all say our farewells and leave the muster, some will go home and at this time of year some will go north. It’s 130kms to Hay across … Continue reading Like a Rollingstone, Day 8 – Billabourie Farm Stay
Day 6, 15/5/2016, Sunday, Balranald, Clear We cook bacon, eggs and pancakes in the rotunda although some of the lads are a little under the weather. Probably because of last night’s ‘Sparkling Shiraz’ tasting. Being Sunday, today is a day … Continue reading Like a Rollingstone, Day 6 – Racing trophies
Day 4, 13/5/2016, Friday, Balranald, Blue skies nothing but blue skies, 21 degrees It’s only a short two block walk into town along the riverbank. There are detailed story boards telling the war experiences of locals but I can’t read … Continue reading Like a Rollingstone, Day 4 – Balranald
Day 3, 12/5/2016, Thursday, Bridgewater on Loddon to Balranald, Rain clearing What a great little caravan park this is. Lush green lawns, modern clean amenities and situated on the banks of the Loddon River. The town is little more than … Continue reading Like a Rollingstone, Day 3 – This time we make it to NSW
Day 2, 11/5/2016 Wednesday Boort to Bridgewater via Campbellfield We sneak out at 5:30am after a rushed shower. We feel awful not having purchased any of Marilyn’s wares or even getting the chance to see them. We drive slowly to Boort on high ‘roo alert then grab a kip outside the BP servo while we wait to buy petrol. The sun is rising bright orange across the paddocks as we set off to the city.We walk around Campbellfield while Phil and the guys at Swift replace our stove with a new model. We had expected a repair but as it … Continue reading Like a Rollingstone, Day 2 – A trip to caravanland
Our neighbour Fleur knocks on our door trembling and I go to jelly. Her brother has been gravely ill, I fear the worst. She holds up her phone and cries “Sssnake!” We examine the picture and agree that it is indeed a snake in the bottom of her garden water feature. Pulling on a pair of sturdy gardening gloves, the three of us tromp off to assess the situation. Thankfully, the snake isn’t moving and with hunks of skin hanging off appears to be long dead, we’re assuming that it found its way into the pond but couldn’t get back … Continue reading Snakes without ladders
To survive, most country towns need just one point of difference. One often seemingly crazy idea can save a community. It may be a different crop like drying kelp from the ocean and exporting it to the other side of … Continue reading Every town needs an angle
I’m walking through a museum following a group of tourists and our knowledgeable guide when suddenly there’s a hell of a racket outside. A couple of local kids are skateboarding in the courtyard. The old guide leaves us standing as he takes off at a gallop loudly shouting “Piss Off!” I get the feeling that those kids get a real kick out of baiting the poor old bugger. Hang on, he’s not that old he’s my age. Where are those bloody kids? Continue reading Old stuff
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