Heavenly Beverley : An Eventful and Entertaining Day

Wednesday 4 July 2018

An Eventful and Entertaining Day

This morning dawned blustery and threatening. At least the rain had stopped. We had both slept surprisingly soundly in Digger's boudoir. Maybe disasters had rendered us particularly tired. We had been unable to fire up the hot water due to the gas failing to launch successfully. I tripped up the step at Digger's entry - before I'd had a single alcoholic beverage - and landed cheek first. And Michael cannot be trusted with a glass of vino. He managed to redecorate the floor, the bed base and the kitchen drawers with yet another spectacular spillage of perfectly delicious red wine.

We left at the incredibly early hour of eleven thirty. Somehow, the gas had reached Digger's interior with no explanation. I discovered that the "blade" at the base of the loo had to be opened in order to allow the unmentionables through into the depths of the toilet's cassette. Thanks to Bernadette, we also learned that our hot water could be used in electric mode whilst we were in caravan parks.

We didn't drive far. Across the road was the very pleasant lady attendant at Dunning's service station. We filled Lily and the jerry cans to the brim. We waved farewell to Wongan Hills and set off towards the north.

The day was incredibly windy with squalls of almost horizontal rain. Very challenging driving. We drove through our first flooded causeway and commented on salt lakes with white caps on their surfaces. The road deteriorated north of Ballidu and we had to pull off the road to allow an approaching truck to continue his journey.

Pithara was tiny, wet and dilapidated. Renovators' delights were everywhere. We stopped with relief at Dalwallinu for lunch. The Dally Cafe provided good and very filling burgers, however, the tea and coffee were not as good as we'd hoped.

The drove on. Perenjori was a very pretty little town with delightful gardens and metal sculptures depicting local scenes. Morawa was a stopover for drinks. The town boasted a wonderful old "Mobil" shed behind the IGA, an attractive town park and my first glimpse of one of Monsignor Hawes' stone churches (I think). The cheerful checkout bloke agreed that Morawa was not a bad place to live - just a bit boring for him!

En route between Morawa and Mullewa, we overtook (!) three drongos driving three trucks, each loaded with parts of a house being transported elsewhere. They even had an official escort, but nothing could save our heroes for a lack of attention to low overhead tree branches. I doubt the owners of the house would have been happy with the amount of debris strewn across the road.

We pulled into Mullewa just after five o'clock. We managed to park Digger, plug in all necessary cords and retreat indoors before the next storm front arrived. We are crossing our fingers for better weather tomorrow as we are heading for Wooleen Station, our first bush camp.

Currently, all roads are open...Wish us luck!