I had an Aunt who was a wonderful old stick but had this
voice that, even when talking quietly, could be heard all over Eaglehawk and
had ( I mean no disrespect) the inflections of bogan in it. The sort of pitch
and tone that drilled holes in your brain and sounded much like the screeches
of the demented. Our night of free
camping near Balladonia brought those images crashing back. As we settled in
for a refresher a couple more vans arrived, which is not a problem, but out popped
Beryl (not her real name) and smart arse. I came to the conclusion this was his
name because it was the only thing Beryl ever called the poor bugger. I don’t
know what he must have done to be incarcerated for any length of time in her
company but he was obviously beyond help. Thankfully she gave up on him after a
while and the quiet returned. At least is scared the bee’s away. Kalgoorlie tomorrow.
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| Piece of Skylab at roadhouse west of Balladonia |
Postscript. Our travelling companion is my sister in law who
is an ex school teacher. I was given a stern lesson in spelling. Apparently I
have been spelling both Nullarbor and Kalgoorlie incorrectly I have and will
correct this mistake from this point on. Who put a bloody r in Kalgoorlie.
Weird people.
Glad to see all is going well, from what you said it sounds a bit like our stay at Oddnatta, oooh what a wonderful night that was! I finally manged to get my wi-fi working so I am updating our blog as we go. I am having an issue with the car at the moment it looks like a problem with the turbo, but I have spoken to my mechanic and he has provided advise so it is running at the moment.
ReplyDeleteSay hello to every one for us and will talk to you again in the near future.