Day 75
Monday
13 March 2017 – Finished the book “Children of Eden” By Joey
G. This was an interesting teen read but I am disappointed it didn’t finish and
we now have to go looking for the follow up.
Cavendish – Mooralla – Cherrypool (Camps 8 Vic Ref#605 Free
Camp)
We really enjoyed our time at the Cavendish Rec grounds, but
we were ready to move on to another spot. We could hear movement outside, so
after staying in bed Paul took off for a shower while I read for a bit and then
got out and began the breakfast and general tidy up. We then got serious about
the pack up. We had an audience as we put the car on the trailer, the others
curious to see how it all worked. Thankfully we got it on first go, which is
far from the norm.
We hitched everything up and then began our goodbyes, the
others heading on to Dunkeld and then home to Ararat while we were heading in
the direction of Horsham. With that
done, we waved goodbye and off we went down the road.
When in the Bunyip Pub, Jimmy the chef had told us to have a
hit up at the Mooralla Golf Course 20km out of town and so today we did.
We parked the van in the empty car park, located the clubs and
buggy, paid our $5 green fees, grabbed a card and headed for the first. I
haven’t hit a ball for 25 years so it was always going to be a laugh and a long
round of 9 holes. I lost a ball on the first and 2 tees by the end of the 4th,
but hey.
We kept score, but it was more for the novelty than any
competition. I was never going to win anything, I could hardly remember how to
hit the damn ball. We did however have a laugh, enjoyed the view of the
Grampians and it was a good excuse to get some steps up.
By 1pm we were back at the van and on the road another
20min, pulling in to Cherrypool Rest stop on the edge of the Glenelg River. We
found a great spot to park where the door to the van opened out meters from the
water’s edge. Heaven. Well it would have
been if it wasn’t for the feral WA family that turned up about 20min later.
Just after Paul had set up the van and cast his line they
decided it was time for a swim and a swing on the rope into the river. I stayed
in the van happy to read, while Paul popped his head in every now and then with
a grimace and a few choice words.
What a difference there was when they finally departed and
we could enjoy the serenity of the river and watch the wildlife. I read my book
while Paul continued to fish. A man in a small tinny was able to take himself
to the other bank and began reeling in red fin perch of a more decent size.
Paul was catching carp and red fin, but they were only tiddlers.
I read then walked around outside as Paul spoke to the guy
who had been fishing in the tinny. He was kind enough to give Paul four decent
fillets of red fin he had caught; dinner tomorrow night. He also told us Ross
River Virus was rife in the area and Paul being prone to the bite of mozzies
was keen to get back in the van and spray himself and the van.
We continued to take it easy and read before bed. It was so
quiet outside as we had the place to ourselves. How lucky are we?
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