Well here we are home again over a month since being on the farm. We spent the time in the Yarra Valley just relaxing mainly, weather was cold for most of the time and wet. Our dearest Karina came and spent four days with us. Painful going to airport to do the pickup but we went via Yarra Glen and bipassed Melbourne. Silly girl may have three university degrees but she booked the wrong airport for her return and we had to drive 145 kms each way to get to Aval...

Day 64: Our night at Ararat was very disturbed by not only trains that felt like they were using our van as the rail tracks but we heard what we thought was a gun shot and then multiple sirens happening for what seems like hours. Turns out the local primary school burnt to the ground, unfortunately. We left for the long drive into Yarra Valley. We had decided to bypass Melbourne as much as we could cause the van. We went down some very questionable country ...

Day 63: A trail of art for the day (about 100kms in total), how lovely for one of our last days in the country area of Victoria. We left Ouyen for Patchewollock, really what a name, for the first of six sites. These decommissioned silos have all been painted by varying artists and with such differing styles although all country themes. Thirty metres high and 40 metres wide these painters used cherry pickers to access the silos and how they managed to get the ...

Day 61: To market, to market to buy? Well we were not sure but we wanted tuna at least. Headed in towards Adelaide CBD and at 9 AM it was quite pleasant driving even when we found carpark and could pick any site we wanted nearly. We did a walking reconnaissance of the place and kept saying we will get some of that, my idea was to buy it as we saw it but Mr Organised wanted to peruse and then purchase best prices. Sat and had a coffee with a delicious rhubarb...

Day 60: Train shunting late at night into the morning hours not so good and the external light from our ensuite could not be turned off so it was like daylight inside our van for the evening so a tossing and turning evening. Headed off at our usual time and turned south, we are going up and down peninsulas more than a brides nightie. So, from the top of the Eyre Peninsula down to Adelaide. We travelled thru many many kilometres of wheat fields but unlike WA th...