Wentworth, No power and country music!! Aaaarrrggghhh!

We have finally left Broken Hill and headed off down south again. We are staying in Wentworth, although the caravan park was so packed that not only did we get the very last site, we have no power or water. Oh well, our caravan is self-sufficient (we even have a toilet and shower inside and a shower outside) and has solar panels and a battery. The only problem is that my laptop won’t last too long plugged into the 12 volt!

Back through the cartoon fly line again!

I am searching for an unattended power point to recharge, but until then I will have to share this quick apology, I will reply to all of your comments soon! Sorry!

The only benefit is that we are staying right on the Darling river and the weather is perfect. The downside is the reason the park was full. The town in in full swing for the country music festival. Bands are touring around all the local towns playing, and there are happy music lovers everywhere. The Man doesn’t mind a bit of country, the kids and I hate it.

We got hot chips for lunch yesterday and wandered down to the river to eat only to find a band in full voice. Both number 1 and 2 stopped at the edge of the grass in horror, and one of them was heard to mutter, hands firmly clapped over his ears, “what is that racket?”.

Even though the Man was in possession of the chips and had found a nice shady spot to sit, the kids and I just walked away, off down the river trying to get out of earshot…..

Thank goodness the riverside stage is just on the edge of earshot, although the ocassional boat goes past, blaring a bit of country. Annoyingly the limit for boats in this stretch of river is 4km hr. Or knots, I’m not sure. No matter what it is, it is too bloody slow when the music is loud I tell you! 🙂

I thought I would share this sign the Man noticed on the door of the local pub.

HUSBAND DAY CARE CENTRE

Need time to relax?

Need time to yourself?

Want to go shopping?

Leave your husband with us!

We’ll look after him for you!

You just pay for his drinks!

We got a good laugh out of this but there might not be too much money left for shopping afterwards!

That could cost quite a bit!

Damn flies!

When we were in Silverton we were thinking of having a sit down lunch. Of course, that was before we realized that each of the cars in town must have contained about 20 people and that having a peaceful lunch was a vain hope.

As the Man and I walked into the garden of one cafe we saw this blackboard sign which bought us both to a standstill.

THE FLIES ARE BAD SO PLEASE ENTER AS QUICKLY AS YOU CAN THANK YOU.

The first thing the Man did was laugh and say “Bloody hell, the flies must get bad if they want you to shut the gate to the backyard that fast”.

Yes, we knew that it referred to the adjacent door, leading inside, but the position of the sign was just too good to ignore!

Shut the door! What were you, born in a tent?!