"To muse, to creep, to halt at will, to gaze ... such sweet wayfaring" William Wordsworth
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There are precious few stopping off points along this road, so we pulled in at the small community of Lakeland for a rest before moving on again. We didn't see any lakes but the place was full of 4WD vehicles. Talking to the travellers they all seemed to be heading to Laura.
It was only afterward I read about the annual rodeo and races at Laura a tiny community a further hundred or so kilometres up the road. It's a shame we missed it.
We crossed the border into Victoria cruising down a lovely timbered road before breaking into the rich dairy country of Gippsland. It is wonderful to see the land green after more than 10 years of very dry weather. But most of the state of Victoria is still drought declared. Musing: The Pasture by Robert Frost "I'm going out to clean the pasture spring; I'll only stop to rake the leaves away (And wait to watch the water clear, I may): I sha'n't be gone long. You come too. I'm going out to fetch the little calf That's standing by the mother. It's so young, It totters when she licks it with her tongue. I sha'n't be gone long. You come too."
I retire from the workforce this week and to celebrate have decided to retire my current blogs and start afresh with a single consolidated blog - My Bright Field - to record the delights of my new life adventure. If you are interested follow me over there. I will still be Sweet Wayfaring and collecting Royal Hotels. The delights I discover along the way will appear together with my gardens and towns where I live.