Still here in Wagga Wagga, enjoying the sun and this lovely city, says I who was so dismissive when we arrived yesterday. One’s attitude to a place is also tempered by the service and facilities so this free camp beside the river which we, together with about another twenty travellers, enjoyed last night and will surely again tonight, certainly sways one’s attitude.
We unhitched after breakfast, having decided that we
would indeed stay on, and then headed up to the Museum of the Riverina on the hill after popping into the Sturt
Mall to pick up a few necessities. We were too early, so sat in the cruiser out
of the gentle cool breeze reading the newspaper until ten o’clock had come and gone.
The museum is excellent, and free but for the
donation one may feel inclined to make. The exhibitions include a small but
informative area about Wagga Wagga and the surrounding rural Riverina area, the famous Tichbourne
case where a butcher from Wagga Wagga claimed to be the rightful heir of the
Tichbourne estate in England way back in the latter part of the 19th
century and an area celebrating local sportspeople which included croquet and
coach driving heroes, along with those who had excelled at more mundane sports
such as cycling, touch rugby, tennis, and more familiar pursuits.
Alas for us, no sooner had we arrived than a small
busload of oldies, obviously from a retirement home, also arrived escorted by
their very own entertainment director, a women with a strident voice more
unattractive that that of Julia Gillard. She wandered through with her visually
and aurally impaired charges reading each interpretative panel as she went. It
was impossible to concentrate on one’s own interpretation of the history with
that racket going on. We wandered outside to view the excellent collection of
farm machinery and other outdoorsy stuff which included a drover’s wagon and a
chaff kitchen, the former a sort of support caravan and the latter, the
catering wagon for the chaff cutters, both with excellent explanations. It was
delightful to be out in the sunshine, and even better to be out of hearing of
Mrs Foghorn, however the inevitable happened. She was still at it when we
returned to complete our exploration of the museum. We gave up and came back to
our camp, enjoying our picnic lunch in the caravan while listening to the
second election debate between Barrack Obama and Mitt Romney. After that, we
set off out again back to the museum. The oldies had all gone home for their
lunch and afternoon nap, however museum workers were busy setting up a new
exhibition, advice from all sides being given from particularly vocal types. It
was not our day.
I did find out about the large buildings we had seen
a little to the south west of Uranquinty; a gas processing plant which caused
great consternation among the Uranquinty locals before its erection. I also
learned that the air pilot training centre in the same locality was later used
as a migrant reception centre in much the same way as that at Bonegilla.
I also asked about the wagga rugs of which there were several examples in exhibit drawers.
These are basically patchwork rugs using sacks as backing sheets, something I
am sure we did at sewing classes when I was at primary school. So why “wagga” rugs; what was so special about
these made here? It seems that the sacks used for the flour and grain here at
the Wagga Wagga mill (now standing unused beside the railway here) were of particularly
good quality and sought after to make into these coverings which in turn used
recycled clothing or bits and pieces and were in high demand all over the
country as cheap warm “blankets”. The sacks had the distinctive Wagga lily
printed on the bag, and so were clearly from this source. Mystery solved.
We drove the short distance to the Botanic Gardens
and wandered about enjoying the azaleas and the extensive bird aviaries, along
with the rest of the zoo which is home to donkeys, kangaroos, swap wallabies,
emus, a shy wombat, and a few other creatures to humour the children who come
to enjoy this, the playground, the ice-creams sold at the kiosk and the
miniature railway when it is in operation. It was a pleasant place to be this
afternoon and so we will head away tomorrow satisfied that we have seen Wagga
Wagga.
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