22-AUG-2008
Sailing on the River Darling
As we stood on the old wooden bridge we watched this little river boat
turn around and head the other way along the muddy Darling.
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22-AUG-2008
Built to last
Alongside the River Darling close by to the pretty motel we stayed the night. The builders of this pier went for strength!
22-AUG-2008
NORTHY
We did go in and have a drink, and Dick chatted with the locals.
21-AUG-2008
Friendly bird joins us for afternoon tea
A parrot, one of a small flock that hung around when we stopped for a cuppa between
Broken Hill and Cobar in the McCullochs Range, New South Wales.
22-AUG-2008
The long straight road
En route to Bourke from Cobar, a fairly straight stretch of 159-kilometers
22-AUG-2008
Ground hugging scenery
The colours of the inland, showing saltbush and red soil and a few low growing bushes & trees.
Scenery on the side of the road en route between Cobar and Bourke
20-AUG-2008
Making a go at it
Someone had a go at living in this desolate spot on the edge of the border between
South Australia & New South Wales. Imagine living here in summer when the temperature
climbs to (& stays in) the mid 40's, everything around you is dust dry and you're sharing your
shelter with a couple of deadly snakes. The rainwater tank has sprung a leak and you
don't expect rain for another 6 months - if you're lucky & still alive!
Of course, there's always the pub...
20-AUG-2008
Taking a break
Out with the thermos flask in the middle of no where en route & the only trees
for miles. One needs to have a reliable car, there is no mobile contact
(cell phone) or garage, but there is a pub.
20-AUG-2008
The cemetery
We had a quick wander around this old cemetery - I have some ancesters here!
Peterborough is a railway town, its greatest claim to fame is that it is one of
only two places in Australia where three railway gauges meet. This particular
absurdity was the result of different state governments being unable (or unwilling)
to agree on a standard railway gauge.
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20-AUG-2008
The Coburn Pub
...and no, we didn't imbibe. We had our picnic bag with us and settled for a coffee
from the thermos flask. Not much to see here, just the old water tower and the pub and
a few rusty old bits and pieces. Dick needed a break from driving...a long way to
go and not much scenery. I noticed a name change occurred as the pub spells the town
name differently to that on the map, which is Cockburn!
See NEXT for the satellite image.
20-AUG-2008
....Turn around you're going the wrong way
The first time we've travelled with a navigator, so we became accustomed to hearing this
imperious voice, actually of John Cleese, telling us we were on the wrong track. We drove him
mad on occasions too when we decided we wanted to have a bit of a look at this or that...
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