We are staying in Wedderburn for the last few days of our holiday. We are only a few hours drive from home, and should really just keep going as there are plenty of things we would probably be best attending to back there while we have some time off. Nevertheless, we are still officially on holiday, and as such will be remaining in that state of mind for as long as possible!
Wedderburn is a small town with a gold mining heritage*. We have stayed out in the bush here a few times, fossicking, but this time we are staying in the caravan park. We have stayed in lots of caravan parks over the years, some are good, and we go back to them whenever we pass through, some are average. Others are bad and we would avoid them at all costs. This caravan park fits into the good category. We stayed on our way up to Broken Hill as well. The couple who run it, Andrew and Gaye, are lovely and the park is small with nice gardens, and is a short stroll from the main street. It is dog-friendly, which is always a good thing, and Andrew and Gaye are always up for a yack.
When we got here yesterday there was a sign on the front door saying “Out for a while. Choose a site and we’ll see you later” and Andrews phone number. That is our kind of caravan park!
We set up just in time to put the tv on and watch Ford lose the race at Bathurst to Holden. Here is the last lap, the kids and I watched it again just now in the hopes that in this version the Holden would crash. No joy.
Unlike our usual efforts where we tend to holiday off the beaten track, and out of season, the caravan park at Broken Hill was filled with kids on school holidays, so it was something of a shock to our two squids! They are pretty happy to be the only ones here as it means they get the foosball table in the rotunda to themselves, no feral kids shouting around the caravan at the crack of dawn keeps the Man and I pretty happy too!
As school holidays finished on Monday our kids have been told to keep their noses clean or we’ll enrol them in the local school for a week….
Gaye pointed us towards Inglewood today, telling us it had great second-hand shops. We didn’t need telling twice and decided that we would take the drive out there for lunch (about 28 kms).
It is a town with great historic buildings, many of them with a plaque on the front detailing its individual history. I love it when local organizations go to that much trouble to inform passing tourists.
We stayed in Ouyen earlier in the week, it is a small town and really has no large attraction to keep people around for more than a day. The bakery is famous for its Vanilla Slices, but that is it. Nevertheless, each significant building in town has a fantastic brass plaque with an image of the building and some information about its history. We always look out for those sorts of things and I think that they are the best ones we have ever seen.
In Inglewood this sign was on the front of the butcher. No, it isn’t historic and many other country butchers have similar ones.
PRIVATE BODIES CUT AND PACKED.
The small handwritten addition underneath was what made us all laugh though.
mother in laws 10c extra a kilo.
We had to buy meat for dinner so that was definitely the shop for us. We didn’t get mother-in-law sausages though. I think they keep them out the back 😉
The only problem with going to a small country town with great vintage shops is the decision of what to buy. Amazingly, I didn’t buy a single thing. It is not that I didn’t want to, it is just that there were so many things I wanted I couldn’t whittle the list down to an acceptable level!
The kids were overwhelmed with choices and didn’t make a single purchase either, I suspect that there may be a negotiation with our driver (the Man) later in the week and we will return with what remains of our souvenir budget and we will spend freely 😉
The Man did make a purchase though, the Inglewood Emporium (I love that name, call any old shop an Emporium and I’m in) was the best shop there, and had a great section at the back with old tellies and records. Upon entry, the Man zoomed straight up there only to find Moving Pictures 1981 album Days of Innocence just sitting on the top of the nearest stack. In vinyl. For ten bucks.
He clutched it to his chest and did everything but a Woo Hoo! and fist pump… 😀
The song What About Me? is on this album and as a teenager was one of my favourites and a favourite of the Man as well. The video for the song was filmed in a country town and so it is completely appropriate that the Man found the album in a similar one so many years later!