24 September – Wednesday
A beautiful, clear, crisp day for the drive to Bathurst. The road took us to Wellington and we would have stopped here for a break but there was absolutely no where we could pull up with the caravan. The streets were all reverse angle parking (the caravan would have stuck out a bit) and the Information Centre didn’t have a car park, which was most unusual.
The countryside between Gilgandra and Bathurst was just lovely – beautiful pastoral country with cattle, sheep, wheat/grains and canola. Of course, we were probably seeing it at its best in spring.
Bathurst is a delightful old city, probably the first we have come across that still retains it colonial heritage. The gaol (still in use) has a magnificent sandstone entrance complimenting the razor wire. We did get the impression that this city also has a car race happening soon. The caravan park has used the bush heritage as its theme – some of the cabins have corrugated iron walls and fake chimney, which look very effective, and the swimming pool has a windmill which forms part of the water slide.