Just a few photos of the trip up on our biggest river, the Murray, which is running pretty high due to all the rain we have had lately, at a place where my ancestors had a farm of 600,000 acres. Yep that’s not a typo!
We stayed there a week and then travelled across the southern side of the Murray in Victoria (the river forms the border between Victoria and New South Wales) to my home town of Swan Hill to catch up with relatives, one being my last aunt who is 96 and doing very well. Unfortunately I forgot to get some shots but will do as soon as we are planning another trip up there. To give you an idea how quiet it was on the way, we only met one car in the space of 45 minutes then when we stopped for lunch it was so quiet, only one car and a large truck passed by.
Well the roo’s farewelled us on a frosty morning and the wattle trees welcomed us back home.
Well take care and if you come over I’ll take you for an exciting road trip! It reminded me of the time we visited friends in Scotland and the gentleman told us of his drive from Adelaide to Sydney and said in his broad Scottish accent, “Eight Hundred bloody miles and there was F…… nothing to see, not a F……. thing!!”