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.