We left Temora at 10.30am and arrived in Gilgandra at 5.30pm, with an hour off for lunch at Parkes. That was about 400kms. We don't travel very fast. The trip was about 2 hours too long for my comfort.
We are having a bought lunch each day and cooking something simple for tea. This is much easier for Steve who has to set up the van, power, water, TV and internet when we arrive. He became cook a few years ago when I had difficulties. The Clubs along the Newell Highway have excellent meals at good prices. Only $8 for cottage pie and vegetables.
This caravan park has a disabled toilet and shower ---- well they are OK --- it's the people who use them who are disabled. It's going to be a great relief to be able to sit down and have a shower again.
For most of the journey, swarms of locusts battered themselves against the windscreen. We thought that the cooler weather may have put paid to them. During summer, we had the little buggers hopping around in the kitchen.
The most fascinating scene of the day has been the seed heads that have blown across the road, twirled and danced in the wind and piled themselves up against fences, trees and walls. One long paddock had them stacked up against fence posts, in a regular pattern, with nothing in between. I don't know what grass they come from and have no name for them. Steve calls them "Father Christmases" but he doesn't know why. Each one is shaped like a tree, with branches. If anyone, (maybe Robert or Roger?) can tell me the proper name of the grass, I would be delighted. I'm still delighted with them, even if I never know the name of the grass. They behave like the tumbleweeds but they dance instead of rolling. They flit and flee at the whim of the wind.
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