WEDDERBURN PT 3
When you first come into this caravan park, there is a little cottage.
It belonged to this lady.
It was a lovely story about a very concerned 11 year old and a widow.
These small country towns have so many lovely stories of hardship, but also how they all pull together in these times.
When we driving here, we went through a very small town, population of 42. I can’t even remember the name of it, there were no shops, just farming, an old railway station that was not in use……. but what I do remember, is this little old lady pushing a wheelie walker along the side of the road. There were no footpaths, just stones and gravel. But what I admired about this little old lady,
was that she was all dressed up in her best purple matching outfit, old black handbag, matching shoes and hat, and her beautiful brooch and pearls.
She was on a mission to get where she was going, maybe a friends place for a cuppa, I have no idea, but she was dressed so lovely.
I slowed down as the road was very narrow, but she never batted an eyelid.
It reminded me of my Mum as she wouldn’t be seen dead in her “home clothes”
outside. 🥰
I think people from the bush are such a tough lot.
I digress…..😂😂 as usual…
We went for another walk into the town, with the kangaroos watching us…
They have a lovely park in the middle of the town that was built on the old flour mill site.
Ed stood there with his hands in the air….ready to surrender ….silly sod. No shame….🤣🤣🤣🤣
Stay safe everyone ❤️❤️❤️
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