Buckleys Crossing Hotel

Beer and a lovely conversation with a local from Muttamah. Who also lived in Cootamundra once upon a time. Mark said he's going to start calling me Coota - it seems I manage to find someone from there nearly everywhere we go.

On the way out of Dalgety, I spied an echidna wombeling across the road. By the time I got out of the car, he'd finished crossing and curled up. But I still had to get a photo.Read more