Day 33:

A day of driving south from Mingenew to Dalwallinu going thru some beautiful green lush pasture land. The fields are like bowling greens as they look as though they are all evenly cut but are actually 40 cm wheat stalks planted very closely together, ready for harvesting. Just gorgeous countryside coming thru the Wheatbelt. As you come into any town around here the first thing you see are huge grain silos, although not silos, but for storage of wheat/grain so more bins than anything else but massive. We decided to stop at Morawa for morning tea as it looked a lovely little town. Out to stretch the legs and wandered up and down shops and no café. Newsagency had a coffee machine on a shelf where you could do your own, nope not what we wanted. So, drove 1 km out of town and made our own right beside a storage bin and dump point, so classy my husband. Anyway, onto next town of Perenjori and made our lunch beside the railway line, another class act before driving into Dalwallinu. The day is actually our first day of no rain for what seems like ages. Nice caravan park and nice little town. Has some lovely brick walls (first thought they were going to be walls of ashes from a crematorium) but filled with plaques of original families of the area and a story of where they came from and what they did in the area and their families. A very strange statue to the Masonic people of the area - never seen anything like that before. So, two nights here, hope it's quiet.

Day 34:

Cloudy morning after a very fresh night, down to 4 degs, really, we are at the end of the first month of spring. Couple of layers on today and they didn't come off as the day was cold and windy. We decided to go to New Norcia for a visit, you know one of our 250kms round trips. Good day, we just made it there as a tour was about to start so we paid and joined in for a two hour walk around this monastic town. Really quite interesting and we got to see lots that is not open to the general public. Beautiful paintings on walls, ceilings etc. Used to educate the children of the stolen generation, glossed over a bit but a whole town dedicated to the Benedictine Monks etc. Enjoyed lunch in hotel there of chicken wings and tasting plate of salamis, olives, and fetta with lovely breads. We did buy some of their famous bread (not much left by 11 am) and olive oil. An enjoyable day and the ceilings didn't fall in and thunder and lightning when my other half entered the chapels. Would have liked to hear the 12 o'clock prayers as they do Gregorian chants which for some reason I know of and like on a small scale and Jacqueline as a young child really enjoyed if her strange grandmother put on an LP (showing her age) of them.

Wally just rang York caravan park to book for tomorrow night. The guy said 'you must be from the east as you can't pronounce Dalwallinu properly'. Well if they must have names like that and Mingenew, Morawa and so forth who would unless you grew up here. We can pronounce York so we will say it all day tomorrow.

Love and hugs xxx