Well here we are, our first night at the Dimboola Caravan Park,beside the Wimmera River. Hot Hot Hot! not a breath of wind. It's Saturday and as we walk down the street this afternoon its like a Ghost Town. From what we read in the window of a shop relaying the history of the town, it was once a thriving Wheat Town, and then along came the bypass!
Looked into a shop that seemed open, it was a shop that preserved jams and fruit which it sold, bottled just like Mum made, it brought back memories! (cherries were my favourite, followed by pairs)
The camp site/park under the Gum trees at your own risk, mind you there was a fresh limb fallen onto the ground, at the rear of the site we had been given. The only shade, so hence as it had fallen we didnt have any shade. The amenties were out of order, recent floods, so we had to share a ensuite. 1 shower 1 toilet.
The Cockies are in massive flocks, they are so noisy, sounds like jet planes, heard a gunshot they went off squaking again. They seem to be in roosting mode.
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