Gulargambone NSW

That odd and alarming rattle from the tow bar turned into a very loud and disconcerting squeak today. I stopped and checked things twice and by the time we got to Dunedoo I had had enough, it was stressing me out as I kept waiting for the whole lot to hit the road and disappear into the distance behind me. I disconnected the van and went to the local servo to get some grease. They had none, no mechanic, nothing, except milk and bread and stuff, and if you really pushed it, petrol and diesel.

Shaking my head in dismay, I walking into the nearby chainsaw and mower place and asked them if they could see their way clear to let me have a fingerful of grease. No problem, they even came out and put it on for me. Squeak cleared, I could rest easy and get on with driving the rig.

We stopped at Gilgandra Info centre and had a look through the impressive display of Co-ee march and local memorabilia, which included a sprinkling of Mortimer names, Claude and Kevin in particular.

We finished our day's run at Gulargambone, a tiny tiny town about 50k north of Gil, and lucked into a tiny but very pleasant van park. The owners have only been there six months and are anxious to build up a bit of a reputation with inveterate vanners, having spend 10 years on the road themselves and reckon that they know what we want.

We were 'invited' to the campfire / happy hour starting at 4pm, where they cooked excellent damper and slices of pizza.

There were about 10 of us and we had a very pleasant several hours swapping tall tales about travel around Australia. I am a bit hesitant to say the Judy and I both got on the (young children look away now!!!) piss. It's true here's a snap:

As a bonus, here's a snap for my avian fancying mates. This is only the bit of the flock that would fit in the viewfinder: