Monthly Archives: September 2013

This was the last leg of the journey and I wasn’t very keen to get going. It was a warm night last night after a hot day, and this morning it was 26C at 1000 and 29C when I reached … Continue reading →

I couldn’t get under way. I just couldn’t. I mean, who wants to tackle the domestics after such a long absence? I’m probably the least domesticated person I know… and I also know it’s all waiting for me when I … Continue reading →

Wagga was an interesting city to find my way out of. I hadn’t understood the first principle of city navigation: you need to know exactly where you are before you can figure out an escape route. Signs to Young and … Continue reading →

I didn’t want to move on this morning. I had slept so well that it took me all morning to get my act together, to gather my wits, or whatever other name you care to give that deep unwillingness to … Continue reading →

A change of plan on Sunday morning. I thought it would be good to catch up with my favourite ex-step-son-in-law, so I followed the mighty river some more, passed one or two very large lakes (on which families were enjoying … Continue reading →