Thursday, 20th June
This should be a dog free zone!
A fancy peanut
What a funny looking "horse"
Stopped bouncing at last
Late yesterday afternoon, we decided to support the local Blue Nurses charity again, and partake of damper and a cuppa around the campfire. Cat was enjoying a nice warm when a woman came into the campfire enclose with an enormous (at least as big as a small horse!) black dog which made straight for Cat. I grabbed Cat and the dog then came for me (supposedly “under control”) and the woman became quite stroppy when I said I wasn’t happy about having the dog anywhere near me! I did hear the man sitting next to me also mutter that it wasn’t an appropriate place to bring a dog. Poor Cat was quite shaken up by the experience.
Overcast conditions this morning meant that there was no frost and no fog! With the temperature at 10 degrees, it felt quite tropical as we packed up and headed for Dalby and our overnight stop at Kingaroy.
We followed a large piece of engineering, which was probably headed to the gas fields, for many kilometres this morning – the very wide load had escort vehicles in front and behind, as well as a police escort. It didn’t take long for the traffic to bank up behind us and did hear a couple of grumbles on the radio about the slow caravan up the front! They did all eventually pull over, except the front escort, and let everyone through – we eventually caught up with the escort when he suddenly realised there were only cars and trucks behind him.
Today would have been one of the bumpiest drives we have had, but still no where near as bad as the road to Lightning Ridge, though. There were a few roadworks happening, but the complete road really needs ripping up and starting again. Thank goodness we didn’t have any cream in the frig, otherwise it would have been butter by lunch time. We stopped beside the Bell Racecourse and Golf Club for lunch – the golf course not only wraps around the race track, but also has some greens in the centre. Would certainly make for an interesting game of golf on race day!
We are staying at the Big4 Kingaroy – quite an old and small park, desperately in need of a makeover. After setting up, we decided to investigate the town’s tourist attractions, visiting the Information Centre first and having all the food and wine places pointed out to us. We did visit the Peanut Museum and Heritage Centre though, and learnt how peanuts came to be planted in the district, as well as when they are planted and harvested. They should have been harvested by now, but we did see a number of trucks carting peanuts to the large silo and processing plant in the middle of town. We stopped at the Peanut Van on the way back to the caravan park (thought some supplies wouldn’t go astray for happy hours in Cairns) and the poor woman was the last in a long line of people who, after asking where we were from, said, “You would be finding this weather warm after coming from Hobart!” No, we are not finding it warm – it has been freezing cold.
3 comments:
Seriously time you spent a winter in Hobart to know what freezing means! K
Beryl and I had some experience with a bumping caravan at Kingaroy when we were there in '83.
It's quite frightening how fast those 30 years have flown. I don't have the stamina for those sorts of caravan capers these days, even if Beryl were around to share them. (And Beryl became suspicious of any sherry I'd offer her afterwards - shocked at how uninhibited she'd become when I kept her glass topped up that night.)
I imagine the smile on my face that morning in '83 was as broad as the one your Les is sporting in that picture though. It's nice to let a little romance creep in when your away from family and friends and the consequent obligations.
I thought that dogs came first, but cats alway have had attitude!!
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