Wind blown

  

So it was good at Goldwire … but after three free days it was time to move on. We needed to top up the water, so decided to stay at Sandfire Roadhouse. It’s quirky. The camel is still here. He poses for photos! Three cattle. Several wallabies. Lots of peacocks and pea hens and honking geese. A real menagerie. In the evening they mooch around, hoping for tit-bits while everyone photographs them.

A load of washing costs $2. Best value yet. And if you hang it on the line, it dries pronto in this hot, turbo-blasting wind we’ve encountered. We intended to only stay one night, but when the wind howled in this morning, our decision changed.

Of course, for the past three months we’ve had just perfect weather. Even the rain in Derby was a novelty. And we had a smidgen of pity for those living in eastern and southern regions experiencing snow and other inclement stuff. We’re not either hot or cold; just getting blown inside out. So we’ve stayed put. Although we wouldn’t be driving into the wind using up valuable fuel, it would be side-on, and wouldn’t be pleasant.  Those heading north to Broome will be beating into it … and with diesel at 1.96 per litre you don’t want to waste it. I’m glad we don’t have a timetable or an itinerary.