So, being hardy and determined, we quarantined ourselves for just three months before starting out again. We set off on 17th June, full winter and we should be in the tropics, but because the borders are still not open, that’s a tall order.
We farewelled Dungog, trailing through Singleton, Aberdeen, Scone for overnight, then Wingen, Murrundi, Willow Tree, Wallabadah. Then tragedy struck (what’s new?) with a sign on the dashboard that our ‘safety restraints’ were ‘compromised’ and to report to a repair shop immediately. Luck was with us, however, when we hightailed it to Mercedes in Tamworth (thinking our trip might be again extensively delayed). A morning roaming Tamworth was well worth while, finding out (they assured us) that it was just a glitch in the van’s computer system.
Saying hello to Slim Dusty and then Smokey Dawson and his partner and wife Joy McKean was just one of the treats in the unintended stop.
Then it was off to visit dear long time friend Geraldine in her very last week in Quirindi, (Imperial Hotel was warm, fresh, clean and girl-friendly) …
… before landing in the mud and grass of a leafy campsite beside the Namoi River and – Gunnedah, where Ted was born! In this photo, Charlie is waiting impatiently in his basket for our first trip into Gunnedah.
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