Monday, October 1, 2012

1 October 2012 - Buronga Riverside Caravan Park, Sunraysia, NSW


The overnight temperatures were much more acceptable than the past few. Over breakfast we decided to book another night or perhaps two if we could manage a powered site. Chris also expressed a desire to return or exchange the television. It is larger than our previous one despite us having made a point of measuring the screen diagonally as is the accepted manner of measuring screens and the fact that our invoice states it is 47 cm. It is not. And so Chris dismantled the television, unpacked the old from the new box, repacked the new and removed the sale notices off the amenities walls.

I called up to the office to ask about available sites. We were aware that the camp had no vacancies but thought there just might be a cancellation. The chap behind the counter asked us to return later in the morning.

In the meantime we set off into town to Battery World where we purchased two new batteries and returned to Harvey Normans who were unable to exchange the television for one smaller, but were willing to refund. Given that we have had to fork out for the batteries, this television stalemate is a blessing in disguise.

Back at camp we learned that one lot of disgruntled campers had departed, unhappy with the camp fires and noise of their neighbours. We inspected the abandoned site and decided to take a punt; we have booked to stay for yet another two nights.

We moved across camp once more after lunch and then headed back to Nowingi Place, there by 1.30 pm, having missed only an hour and a half of the afternoon’s entertainment. Today the skies have been clear and the sun hot, however a gentle breeze has made the weather very pleasant. We sat as on other days enjoying the many artists, one Slim Newton who is well known for his song “The Red-Back on the Toilet Seat” released in the early 1970s. He is just days off his eightieth birthday and looks great. He also still sings very well, remembering most of the words and not suffering the demise that comes to so many great singers who fail to retire before they are past their best. The crowds have grown as the days progressed; there were hundreds of happy fans sitting about, some knitting, some accompanied by their dogs, some enjoying the $5 ice-creams, and most our age or older.

We arrived home to find the other four campers in our block all in residence and none appearing to be at all problematic, although the evening is young yet.

I picked up our emails, including one from Larissa who mentioned, almost in passing, that since we hadn’t heard, our motorhome was obviously saved from the fire where it is stored in New Zealand. This was news to us and so we googled the appropriate words and learned that many motorhomes have indeed been burned to a cinder in the shed we had understood ours to be parked in. We are still in the dark as to the health of our own. Hopefully an email shot off to the proprietors will reveal all tomorrow!

After such news, it was rather satisfying to catch up briefly with our youngest son and learn that he and his family are all well, their greatest concern at the moment the boys coping with daylight saving bedtimes. They will adjust after a few days.

As I write this, Chris is watching the SBS television news and a country singer is entertaining those who have taken their chairs to Frogs Hollow here in camp; we can enjoy it from here in our caravan.

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