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| The ferry at Morgan |
Well its been an interesting morning already. Left the river and headed north-west through slt-bush country. Low flat bushes with not many trees. It looks rather like a Jack Absolom painting but a little greener. I saw a fellow sitting beside his Western Australian caravan so stopped. He had lost a tyre. It simply came off. I offer to go and look but he said " No, its sailed off into the scrub" I went anyway and returned with the tyre 15 minutes later.
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| Salt-bush country |
The country changed to rolling green hills. Desolate but beautiful. There are reminders of South Australia's history, with abandoned building scattered everywhere reminders of peoples aspirations and hopes but now desolate and crumbling. The towns have building which echo colonial days and the river trade. I stopped at Terowie for a 'cuppacino and cake' as the sign said on the quaint little building. I asked for the cake and the helper, Pearl, aged 92 scurried off to the fridge to get a cake for me. She brought the whole cake. She plopped it down and said "do you have a plate?" I smiled and simply replied "No, was I supposed to bring one?" She chatted away to customer as they wandered in, joining them at their table. She was deaf so the conversation was steered by her. She talked of the town in earlier days, the war years and life as an army nurse....not sure she drew breath while I was there. A dear.
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| The countryside changed to green rolling hills |
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| This tree was in the middle of nowhere |
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| Building in Terowie |
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| Pearl and I |
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| This was painted on a door in the main street. |
