Weekend

The 37C pool has been changed to a cool pool. The hottest one, 39C, still remains but the other two pools have gone to 35 and 36. I'm so happy! I love wearing a track between the hottest and coldest pools. I walk a few laps in each then plunge into the other one. So exhilarating!
The days have been quite hot so it's good to have a cool pool to swim in. The hottest one is still well used, mainly by the Europeans. The spas in their countries must be very hot.
Top temp today was 36. It remained at 20 last night. The aircon has struggled but it keeps the bedroom perfect for sleeping. We bought a fan to push the cold air down to the lounge end.

Tomorrow (Sat), there's an Art and Craft Fair which I want to see. On Sunday, we've been persuaded to take Emily and Carissa out for the day. First, it's to the market. We'll have lunch there and then go to the town pool. There's going to be some blow up play thing in the cool pool for a couple of hours during the weekends. The girls are very excited about this. I hope it lives up to their expectations. We'll take Nev and Lindy's car so as to fit everyone in.

We had pleasant visitors last week. Bernie, from Steve's caravan group, and his wife Lesley, called in on their way down to Sydney. We were happily surprised to find that 4 people could sit comfortably in the lounge.

Although we have tables and chairs in the nook near the door, we still aren't certain that this is what we want. This caravan might remain a work in progress for a very long time!

Browsing

Today I went browsing. In all the years we've been coming here, I've never seen many of the shops. Steve valiantly dismantled the scooter and took it into town on the back of the truck so that I could wander around by myself. Like most men, he HATES window shopping!! We each had a two way radio so that we could arrange to meet up. I had a fabulous time!
The scooter's previous trip into town had been along the footpath as far as Woolworth's, on the outskirts. I'll repeat that trip next week, stopping off at the antique shop on the way.

As I meandered along the footpath, a young woman came up to me and introduced herself as from the Moree Champion. She asked me what I thought of the cancellation of the southern section of the new bypass, wrote down what I said and took my photo. I explained to her that I wasn't a resident but I did have an opinion about the town bypass. Every week, the newspaper has a poll on an issue and publishes the photos of 4 or 5 people and their comments. Big mouth!! This bypass is desperately needed, as the B Doubles and the Roadtrains have to drive through the main shopping centre. They are bumper to bumper for most of the day.

A BIG wind sprang up late this afternoon. We hurried home, expecting to see a caravan without an annexe. The caravan was safe but the annexe was flailing madly, like a bloated kite. Last week we looked out of the window and saw a willy willy headed our way. A conical shape, thick with leaves, danced across the road and lifted the annexe in the air, while Steve battled to hold it down. It was all over in a minute and was an entertainment for our neighbours who were unaffected by it. That annexe must have 9 lives!

The Secret Garden

There must always be a play. Emily and Carissa, now 12 and 11, discuss the plot, very vaguely, and invent more as the play proceeds. Arguments are a necessary part of each performance! The little shelter at the back of our van is the venue. This play had an interesting plot, which we didn't see coming. Two little princesses, whose Mother had died at their birth, were raised by their stern and unloving father, the King. One day, the lonely girls found a secret garden. They visited it every day and found all sorts of interesting treasures. One day, they found a letter that was written by their Mother. In it, she said that the king had been very cruel to her and she had run away, reluctantly leaving her daughters behind, but she always planned to return for them. The princesses were overcome with joy to learn that their Mother was alive. They packed their bags and hid them in the secret garden, in preparation to flee when their Mother came for them. As there was no third actress, Mother was a mystical, soft voice, urging them to follow her. And they all lived happily ever after.

Multicultural Festival

Tourism Award

The Chamber of Commerce awarded the Tourism prize to the Gwydir Carapark. Angela McDonald accepted the award. She is the manager of the park and her father- in-law Wal, is the owner.

Moree Makes History

Moree has won the Best Dressed Town Crier's award in the National Competition.

It is the first uniform to move away from the traditional English clothing and the first to portray a town.


The uniform is a distinctly Aussie Driza-Bone.


The Moree Quilters spent countless hours depicting the landscape, crops, produce, flora and fauna and of course the famous artesian waters.

The tie and the inside of the coat represent the Kamilaroi people. Probably the most famous Kamilaroi is Jason Gillespie, the Aussie International cricketer.



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