The New England and the final run

Welcome to another of Australia’s roughest roads, The New England Highway.

After a rock and roll run we spent a cold and noisy night at Murrurundi where the trains and trucks kept busy for most of the night. Everything was frozen in the morning with a large ice plug ejected from the waste water hose. Our lights were dim last night as everyone must have had heaters on and the power supply was stretched.

Leaving at 9am we bounced our way to Armidale and set up camp at the showgrounds. Two nights there saw temps drop to minus 6 deg and a snow white landscape.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Keen to get to warmer climes we pushed on to Ipswich Showground arriving at 4pm on 1/6. With a low of 10 degrees and a sunny 23 degree day to follow we spent 2 days thawing out before heading to the Sunshine Coast and a friend’s property in the hinterland for the final camp on our round Oz trip.

 

 

 

 

 

Crossing the border into Qld

 

A most relaxing and enjoyable time with lovely rural views and warmer days and nights here. Thanks Mark and Sonja for sharing your home and family with us for our final week of The Journey and camp number 116.

43,500 klms since leaving the Sunny Coast in October 2015 we are finally back again, in what is still one of our favourite regions in Australia.

We have been in some amazing places, seen some of our country’s wonderful scenery, met some great people and made some lifelong friends. Memories are made of this!!

The Burrow will have a well-earned rest and a bit of TLC.

We are now house-sitting for 5 weeks in Buderim before becoming caretakers of a small farm north of Noosa.

I will sign off with another poem:

SETTING UP CAMP

THEY’D JUST ARRIVED IN THEIR MOTOR HOME AT ABOUT FOUR O’CLOCK

GRACIE MAKES HIM DRIVE ALL OVER LOOKING FOR THE PERFECT SPOT.

SPYING ONE BENEATH A TREE OUT SHE HOPS TO GUIDE HIM IN,

WITH WAVING ARMS AND SHOUTING SHE GETS HIM IN A SPIN,

AS A LOW HANGING BRANCH STOPS IT ALL WITH A BANG,

AND SHE BLOWS HER STACK LIKE AN EXPLODING MERINGUE.

“GET OUT YOU GOOSE AND GET UP THE LADDER

WHY DID I LET YOU DRIVE?”  YELLS  SHE GETTING MADDER.

A SMALL CROWD HAS GATHERED AS ‘AROLD GOT NOBBLED,

THEY ALL BEAR WITNESS THAT POOR  ‘AROLD  ‘OBBLED.

AFTER CHECKING THE DAMAGE HE GAVE HER THE KEY

AND SAT DOWN IN DISCOMFORT UNDER THE TREE,

WHILE SHE BACKED AND FILLED WITH PLENTY OF FIDDLE

EVENTUALLY PARKING RIGHT OUT IN THE MIDDLE.

ALL THIS HAPPENED OUT ON THE PLAIN NOT FAR FROM NULLARBOR.

‘AROLD SAT THERE WRACKING HIS BRAIN ON HOW TO EVEN THE SCORE.

GRACIE WAS DRIVING NEXT MORNING AS ÁROLD HAD SURE DONE HIS SHARE

I WONDER WHEN HE FINALLY REMEMBERED THAT THE BLOODY LADDER’S STILL THERE.

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