Saturday 22nd January
For those of you playing loo lotto today was a toilet emptying day. There were no winners this week (particularly not Steve who has to do the emptying). Division One will jackpot next week. There are absolutely no Division Twos allowed.
Having perused the tourist brochure during our relaxing few days, decided to drive out to the Perry Sand Dunes which are just the other side of Wentworth.
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| Sand is very fine - my sandal is in there somewhere |
Editors note: This little diversion meant that within an hour we were in 3 states. Not quite as exciting as our 5 countries in one day whilst driving around Europe but then again we were younger then (and both had jobs).
Whilst in Wentworth it is mandatory to see the confluence of the Murray and Darling Rivers. (I was going say "go and see where the Murray and Darling rivers join" but I just loved the sound of the word confluence). As it happened, with all the water flowing down both river systems they had confluenced themselves right through the observation park.
Our plan at the beginning of the day was to stop in Renmark overnight but given the water is still predicted to rise over the weekend and since we arrived by lunchtime decided it was time to move on. Renmark itself looked like a pretty little town though, with Pub and Club right on the river, but caravan park was a little ways out of town.
Di drove straight after lunch as we had about 300km's to get to our next stop at Padthaway.
Stopped off in Bordertown to fill up with fuel and judging by the pump VW have increased the size of the tank on the Golf diesel.
Today the countryside really has been changing, no really. We started with vineyards, had the sand dunes and scrubby bush, crop filled paddocks, hills, flat, Terra Rossa (sometimes known in Australia as red Dirt) and even beach like sandy soil. Amazing, all in the space of 500 km's.
Arrived in Padthaway around six'ish. Not sure exactly when because Steve's phone stayed on Victorian time and Di's phone switched to South Australian time at some point.
Padthaway itself has obviously employed a marketing company to print it's brochures, because it's a lot smaller than we had been led to believe, but it does have a bit of history and more importantly a few wineries (famous for Shiraz).
No choice on caravan parks though so we checked into the only one there. Luckily it's a beautiful little park, immaculately maintained by the owner who seems to have a need to be constantly doing things. Think the opposite of Steve. He's also up for a bit of a chat, so tea was a little late tonight. Mind you we managed to stay up late enough for a bit of Jean Leary fruit cake for supper. Yummm
By the way - I'm not sure if it's good luck or what - but the Bluebird of happiness was so happy he pooped on the mirror of MM
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