The builder finished his part of the job today and the plumber and electrician will complete by week’s end.
Bob is depressed and angry because we can’t seem to get the Winnebago fixed. We are stranded to all intents and purposes, although one of the residents came up and offered us her car to go to Mudgee. Wasn’t that nice?
That same lovely lady gave us the mosaic of the saxophone you see here as a house-warming present. The sax is mostly mirror chips, and the rest is tile pieces.
The screen was inspired by a wall of old pallets in a Rylstone cafe. We love it.
Bob fell down a rabbit hole just outside the door of the Winnebago this morning and has a nearly broken ankle.
The doctor said he may yet have to have it plastered. We are waiting for a few days to see if the current treatment works.
Travelling in the Winnebago around the Riverina saw us wondering at the size of the grain paddocks. Miles and miles of golden grain fields, set against a backdrop of dark green treeline, and the biggest azure blue sky.
We came across three wedge tailed eagles enjoying the fruits of their kill a baby lamb — in a paddock full of ewes and lambs. Natural selection, I suppose.
The pretty town of Barellan (home of Evonne Goolagong, our famous tennis player) was a delight, as was Condoblin.
Here’s a collage page in my journal of some of our latest days:
I used a stencil I had of an eagle to add the story about the three eagles, and I’m going to add detail with feathers and markings once I get an image to go by.