Thursday, March 15, 2012
We are now heading towards the rather oddly named Palmers Oakey. The pine trees have given away to open grazing country. The soft mounds of the hills - like the earth is loosely draped in a green cloth.
The road sign says that 30kms hence there is a low lying bridge that becomes impassible in the wet. Well it has been wet but we decide to take the risk. Meanwhile Madam Tom Tom bleats "Turn around."
Posted by Joan Elizabeth at 7:00 AM