Day 61 - Tamworth to Dunedoo

Come morning today there was very little evidence of the potential storm over night. The sky was blue and the birds singing once again.

Because we had packed up most things the previous night there wasn’t much to do. We were underway by about 8.40.

A quick visit to the public dump point down the road before commencing our journey proper. Waze tells us it’s roughly a two and a half hour drive.

We called into a quaint town called Coolah for morning tea. As we were getting low on stock a few more drumsticks were purchased. This time the financially responsible option was boxes of 4 for $4.95 each. Some great new varieties this time as well.

In complete contrast to one of our previous truckie interactions, we experienced 2 very appreciative fellas today. Actually complimenting us on our road etiquette.

We also had the displeasure of a few temporary humans again. Driving like there is no tomorrow and disregarding overtaking signage.

We arrived at Dunedoo just after lunch and given it’s a one nighter had very little to do to set up.

Had the obligatory chill out in the afternoon before heading to the online recommended licensed establishment (there was only two to choose from, but we’re pretty sure the non recommended was closed anyway) to provide some financial support to the locals. The 800m walk up the Main Street gave us a brief look at town.

Of particular interest was some silo art which seems to be quite rare over here in the east. One angle showed a tranquil farm scene whilst another portrayed Winx…..the famous racehorse.

Our resident sports encyclopaedia, Peter, informed us this was relevant to Dunedoo given that Hugh Bowman, Winx’s long time jockey was born here.

I’ve attached an intriguing image of a rather large display along the Main Street called “The world’s largest virtual solar system drive”. Even after doing the obligatory Google search, it still fails to explain its relevance.

A couple of quiet ales at the pub before heading back home (remember the relevance of home at any given point on this journey). Peter once again managed to solicit the blare of an air horn from one of the passing rigs.

A few dark clouds started rolling in which eventually presented us with some summer style rain. It was warm with the unmistaken smell of dry earth suddenly coming to life.

Tonight’s meal of Worcestershire and pepper sausages was prepared in the camp kitchen. My interest in all things technical has seen the use of the function on the Apple Watch to take an unaided photo on my iPhone remotely. I set the phone up, took a group photo of us all and then proceeded to eat (phone still set up). Next thing I know Mr Jones has taken a few liberties. The photos attest to this.

The new varieties of drumsticks were well received before hitting the sack very earlyRead more