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Wilcannia Post Office which looks out of character for this outback town, but in reading the history, it was the largest inland port on the River Darling. The bridge over the river has elaborate engineering to be able to lift the bridge to allow the paddle steamers to travel the river to collect the wool clip.

Leaving Lithgow, I took a winding road across the Blue Mountains and found the Blue Mountains Botanical Garden.  This was the spectacular view from the shop balcony. 

Botanical Garden autumn colouring.

Happy Mothers' Day I thought when I saw the chrysanthemum display at the garden.

Ceduna to Dubbo part 2

I forgot yesterday to mention the granite man at Wudinna.  This is a memorial to Australian farming families.  It is a wheat growing area.

Sorry he/she is not standing upright, having a problem here.

These toilets are at Wirulla and are known as Concrete Crappers.

At Broken Hill, Jan took me out to see the Living Sculpture park.   This is about a dozen large stone carved sculptures that were done over one workshop on top of the hill. The artists are all international and only one Aussie.  Several from Tiblisi, Georgia and others from Italy, India, Africa and Mexico.

 This one obviously Mexican.

This is Jan showing her skill at Silverton, which was a huge silver mining town near Broken Hill in the 19th Century but only a few building survive and they are for the tourist trade, mostly art galleries.

 Another of the sculptures, this one done by a Georgian man and he wrote that it was to remember the Georgian horses that Stalin had killed the lot.  Been reading John le Carre's  Smiley books lately and the mention of the rivalry between those tiny nations that Russia controlled and the cruely of each against the other, not just from Stalin but supported by him as he was from Ossetia.

 This is Bell's 1950's milk bar in Broken Hill. I enjoyed a strawberry spider, albeit too sweet, to Bill Haley's Rock Around the Clock.

 This art gallery at Silverton was closed, but I couldn't resist this photo.

 A yard of donkeys at Silverton.  Sorry about the sideways view.

The Silverton pub where the donkeys were blocking the door when I tried to get out. The pub has lots of memorabilia about the films made in this town including the Mad Max series.

From Silverton, we drove on to White Cliffs which is an opal mining town. This is the underground motel.  In the end we didn't stay here, it was pretty pricey but went to the $20 caravan park. Most of the houses are dug outs.  The biggest problem they have in building them is putting the water in and getting the water waste out, so they build their wet areas at the front and then dig in behind. Each room has a vent up for fresh air which is covered by a corrugated iron cover to stop rain coming in.  Incredibly well insulated as you can imaging being burrowed into the rock.

This is a dining in the motel.

I did buy some opal earrings, couldn't resist.

Ceduna to Dubbo, a long way

We came to a tiny town called Wirulla where the beconning signs read "Wirulla, town with a secret".  I went into the General Store (the only open door) and asked, what  is the secret? The answer came back..."I can't tell you, it's a secret". She did however suggest that we check out the town jetty a little way down the street.  Puzzled as it is an inland town, we found that a former CEO of the council and his mate had debated what the difference was between Wirulla and the coastal towns and decided that the coastal towns had a jetty, so they set about building one.

The next town along was Pochera where Peter had built a humpy from flattened kerosene tins and lived in it happily for many years before dying at the age of 84.

The next photo is of a silly galah, at the town of Kimba whose claim to fame is that it is half way across Australia. It doesn't want me to, and frankly, I don't blame it.  Will try again later.

We then travelled on to Port Augusta where we were to collect mail from the CMCA to change the Willie wagtail's bank account at their request.  Unfortunately they only told us days before our departure and all the signature holders on the account were us.  Despite best endeavours, the mail was not there to be collected so after Jan and I stamped our feet and said a few blue words we ignored it and drove on.  At this point we departed from Chris and Dianne who were heading into Victoria.  Jan and I drove on through the Lower Flinders Ranges to Peterborough and eventually Broken Hill.  At Peterborough after a wander around town, it was discovered that one of my tyres was quite flat and we were able to have a puncture repaired in town before moving on.  A nail had embedded in the tyre.  Fortunately it was noticed there and I didn't have to change it myself on the road. I am having problems uploading photos again so will close this post and start another.

 

Made it across the Nullarbor

Yes, we made it across the Nullarbor in good time, staying now at the Ceduna Caravan park where there are lovely hot showers, bliss.  Took above photos at the Eucla old Telegraph station including the wattle.  The windmills are at Penong.  Two old farmers in about 2002 decided to restore some windmills that had been superceded by solar pumps in the neighbouring farms.  They got so many that eventually the town set up a park where they could be displayed. The aim is to have one of each type of windmill that was ever erected in Australia.  Some of them are huge.

We are staying in Ceduna 2 nights and then head off to Port Augusta where we have to collect the CMCA mail at the post office and deal with the banking stuff.  Then Jan and I will head off to Broken Hill, Dianne to Victoria and Chris hasn't yet decided where she is going.

All having fun. Still on my first book if you can believe it. I normally go through about 3 in a week. It has proved very difficult to get photos on this blog so they may be sparse.  Love to all.

Well here we are, on the road again... left Perth Anzac day heading east with a group of mates all in our own camper vans, oh except one who is towing a small caravan. We are all travelling together to Port Augusta and then will separate and meet up again on our way home in about two months.  At Port Augusta, I will head off with Jan to Wagga Wagga where she is visiting her grandchildren and I will go on to Canberra to visit Pat and Colin and then onto Sydney to visit Harriet and Co.  Jan and I will join up again before we meet the others at Murray Bridge for us to travel the three South Australian peninsulars.

We spent our first night at Burracoppin and then travelled today to Norseman and tomorrow onto te Eyre Highway.

We did a slight deviation to see Westonia where Chris's father was from (one of the mates). Such a pretty town and well deserved recipient of the Tidy Towns awards for several years..  It has the remains of a gold mine in the main street.

I was amused to see the local tavern had decorated the front door to be a Dockers emblem.