Day 7 Saturday 23/11/2024 Rochester, 37 Regardless of the heat, we slept like tops last night. It’s already 29 degrees at breakfast time and as I write this a tiny spider is crawling up my neck. I can hear the cooing of pigeons under the road bridge. Woody takes an early morning walk and as always, he is seduced by the local butcher, yes he’s waving a big bag of crumbed lamb cutlets. The heat builds and a cool salad is warm before it is devoured. To escape the heat, Toothless, Mrs. Doubtfire and Elle take a drive into Echuca. … Continue reading Somewhere to Rochester – Have they got Tourette’s?