Menindee Lakes

On the Friday morning, I squeezed in a round of golf at the local course, which just happened to be right next door to the racecourse. Bloody magpies! The kamikazes of the bird world. No warning, not even a flap of wings. That, and the guy following me around on his V8 ride on mowerContinue reading “Menindee Lakes”

Broken Hill – A State of Mine

Damn!! Missed the Broken Heel Festival by two weeks. All those double entendres I just can’t use now. Oh well, just have to put THAT frock away till next year(lol). So, what’s left? Broken Hill reminds me of Kalgoorlie, the townscape dominated by a gigantic hole in the ground, tailings piled high against the blueContinue reading “Broken Hill – A State of Mine”

The Warrumbungler Part 1

You’ll hear the story about that a little later, but lets start with some high anxiety first. I arrived in Coona with way less than a quarter tank of diesel, which normally would not be a problem. First the Caltex and then the Shell. BOTH had run out of diesel less than half an hourContinue reading “The Warrumbungler Part 1”

The Warrumbungler Part 2

As you can probably guess, didn’t do a real lot the next day. My calves were screaming like they hadn’t been fed and, with the cold snap arriving, a warm bed seemed a really good option for the better part of the day. With the sun scraping the top of the ridge for most ofContinue reading “The Warrumbungler Part 2”