“Is this what Birdsville really like?” That’s the comment we made in unison as we entered the main street last evening. Two vehicles parked beside the pub, occupants probably seated at the bar, lone attendants at the 2 fuel services, no one wandering about and only 3 vehicles with their vans in the 30-acre (12.2ha) caravan park with their owners seated around a fire conversing. Not even a dog in sight. As the night wore on the beauty of silence, the blackness and the trillions of stars came to the fore. I love the freshness of the mornings. Jane describes it as, “freezing”, however quickly comes around when her hands, wrapped around a hot cuppa, are being warmed. Hot shower in clean ablutions rapidly brought life back into us. A healthy breakfast and it was all
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