The plan was to check out of the Opal Caravan Park and take a light breakfast at the Opal Street Café in town. However, the best laid plans o' mice an' men gang aft agley!
Mrs P, having only moments prior to visiting the Dump-Ezy, checked the whereabouts of the key to the "en suite" facility, subsequently revealed that the very same key had disappeared without trace.
There followed an intensive search of the Tadpole and the surrounding area - but to no avail. At length we decided to fess up to the proprietors that we had lost their key. They told us that if we didn't find it within the next 7 days, they would charge us an extra $50.
Dispirited, but not despairing, we made our way to the Opal Street Café.
During the course of breakfast Mrs P reached for a tissue (which she routinely secretes in the strap of her brassiere) only to find instead the missing key to the "en suite"!
Now un-dispirited we headed for the John Murray Art Gallery just down the road to pick up some very nice, arty, outback "merch"
Then, to Brewarrina! On the way we discover wild emus at home on the range and that the rule in Searle v Wallbank may still be the law in New South Wales where, it would seem, horses have right of way on bridges!
Brewarrina is a smallish town in which nearly 70% of the population identify as "first nations" people. It has an historic courthouse in which it seems unlikely that the locals have found much in the way of justice.
The Prop, Mrs P and the Tadpole all arrived in Bourke about mid-afternoon, just in time to appreciate the townscape which, much to the Prop's surprise, has much less of an "outback vibe" than expected.
Tomorrow we plan to see if we can find our way to "the back of Bourke".
Perfick!
2 comments:
FifeTaff is slightly bemused that The Prop made no mention of stumbling across any colonial styled Ale Houses in the aptly named small town of Brew-arena!?!
Funny that "Tife Faff" should mention that. The Prop wondered whether there may be an active home-brew scene (or even a boutique brewery) in Brew-arrina but discovered, to his disappointment, that it is pronounced Bruh-warren-uh. What a Bourke!
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