The day dawned exactly as promised; fine and warm. My husband’s shorts were in such a state after long storage, I had to drag the iron out from its hibernation and deal with the months of stubborn creases. Again evidence of spring, and with that I spent a good part of the morning sorting through bags and boxes of travel pamphlets and “souvenirs”; items one just cannot hold onto travelling for such a long time and with so little storage. It was my small effort at spring cleaning; a task I am saved of, living this life, and one I have never been much given to.
We drove through Renmark and out to the McCormack Centre promoted as having an electronic interpretative model of the Murray-Darling Basin overlooking a beautiful wetland area where native birdlife can be seen. Alas it was closed so we returned to the shopping centre where Chris had his Telstra cellphone topped up; he prefers they do it rather than us cursing and struggling with the minute numbers on the faded bits of papers you otherwise pay for to do yourself. We picked up some delicious bread from the supermarket as well as the Weekend Australian, then can home and sat about until lunchtime digesting one and then the other.
|Looking back to the Paringa Bridge|
|Lock No 5 Weir|
It has been good to have a relatively quiet day however we have a whole four weeks to fill between now and our sea crossing to Tasmania. I shall have to do some careful planning for the intervening weeks and the six weeks we intend to spend on that island state.