Day 23 – Wednesday, 20 February 2019

We were on the road to Mundulla before 10:00am. Mundella is 147 kilometres away so we can take it slow and steady and still arrive in plenty of time to suss out the camping area and set ourselves up.

We headed for Kingston SE and filled up with diesel at OTR before turning off towards Bordertown. Mundulla is ten kilometres before that.

The road was in pretty good nick and the traffic was light. The sky was overcast which is good driving weather, and the temperature is sitting on 19 degrees C. In fact, it stayed that low all the way to Mundulla.

When we reached Mundulla, we followed the map directions to the footy oval. We came through a very narrow gate, but Russ manoeuvred the entire rig like a pro. We discovered that we had actually turned one street early and would have come across a much easier access if we had continued for a little bit. Them’s the breaks!

The camping area is lush, green grass. The sprinklers were on when we arrived and much of the camping area had a few inches of water over the top – Russ got his sneakers sopping wet.

After we had set everything up, we were hailed by a gentleman who asked us how long we intended to stay. We replied that we were only there for the night. He informed us that he had contract arborists arriving at 8:30 tomorrow morning to trim the dead branches off the red gums as they were preparing for a large festival in two weeks’ time, and the place would be packed chockers.

We have been wondering for a while how come many places are green oasises among much dry grasslands. He told us that they tapped into the Artesian well, which was only 20 metres underground.

He advised us that the contractor would be putting out cones to fence off the camping area, and we said we would have moved before he began work tomorrow.

Shortly after that another van pulled in beside us. I went and introduced myself to Brian and Shirley (and their adorable puppy – a white poodle) and told them about the tree cutting exercise planned for early the next morning.

Brian said they were meeting with some others, as yet to arrive, but would leave their van where it was until they got here and had a confab. The consensus, once they arrived, was to move back further in the area outside the cones where the water had soaked away in the time we had been there.

So, all in all there were about five rigs in the park overnight. One of them ignored all the sign that claimed you must not park within 25 metres of the toilet block, and I hope they got a wonderful odour from the dump point beside their front windows.

We spent some considerable time being serenaded by a family of magpies. Both of us can sit and listen to them for hours as they whistle, warble and chortle along. How lucky we are!

We had a lovely relaxing time and, once Russ had completed his meditation, we headed on foot for the lengthy walk around town. It did turn out to take us longer than we had first thought, but only because we found a nature trail. If I had known of it before we started out, I would have worn better shoes instead of my sandals.

The walk wandered through a lightly forested area and had signs along the pathway to advise you of the items worth looking for as you walked. Some local person had a marvellous imagination, and was skilled at metalwork, because there were quaint original items of artwork spaced along the way. Russ took his camera with him, but as it was only supposed to be a walk around town, I left mine in the van. I was then forced to use my phone to take photos of the artwork pieces.

We enjoyed our sojourn through the town and took particular notice of some of the older houses, many of which would have been original to the first settlement.

Once we arrived back at the van we prepared for tea – soup and sandwiches. Along the way we both decided that the sandwich maker (a fairly cheap one) was inadequate and we would look for a suitable replacement. We also looked at stainless steel electric frypans so that we don’t have to rely on the gas stove in the future. Many times during this trip it has been too windy and cold to use the Webber Baby Q, and we don’t have an annexe to make conditions better at this point in time.

We both had showers before we went to bed so that in the morning we can make a timely withdrawal of the van from the camping area.

We turned in for an early night, which didn’t eventuate for me as I got to sleep somewhere around 1:00am. Russ snored a lot, and as he had set the alarm for 7:30am it came far too early. The galahs took over this morning from the corellas of late yesterday afternoon. Boy, those birds can be noisy!