Moree -- at last

Saturday August 9
From home to Jerilderie, the Ned Kelly town. Models of Ned, the Bushranger/hero, depending on which side of the fence you sit, decorate roof tops, shop windows and footpaths. When I was a child, Mum cautioned me about taking sides. She had friends in Glenrowan who were related to Ned and they hailed him as a champion of the poor.
Sunday Aug 10
Jerilderie to Peak Hill. I slept, so Steve kept on driving. 430 kms. We were greeted by the always enthusiastic Lleyton at Peak Hill Caravan Park, with the traditional scones, jam and cream. That was quite amazing, as his wife Pauline, the scone cooker, was away. (I suspect she froze them before leaving but I didn't want to risk insulting him by asking!)
Monday Aug 11
Peak Hill to Moree, arriving 5pm. I slept, so Steve kept on driving!!! 450 kms ---- normally, we don't travel so far with a caravan. After a few necessary jobs were done, we headed straight to the pool. It was a freezing night but the pools were wonderful. I, (attired in bathrobe, beanie and scarf) rode the Panther, while Steve trotted along beside. We were greeted with, "Oh, here's the lady who jumped out of the aeroplane last year." I do hope that there weren't any strangers who added the scooter plus jumping out of a plane and came to the wrong conclusion!!
Tuesday Aug 12
I was up early, with great plans for today. Instead, I slept!!!! Steve had a number of inquisitive visitors during the day --- some even crawled under the van! Emily and Carissa burst in after school, waking me up from my day long sleep in the recliner. They were impressed with the size of the van but scathing about its unfinished state. I hoped that by now, the girls might have learnt to modify their spontaneous outbursts. One of my pet hates has always been kids publicly coming out with statements like, " That old man looks dirty." etc. In our family, we went by the Thumper principle (Bambi) ---- If you can't say anything nice, then don't say anything at all."
Tomorrow is another day (am I mixing my movie metaphors?) and I hope to be awake!