We finally stopped for the night behind the bowling club. We set up camp then took a walk into the town. Sweet town. The local historical society has set up a museum in the old ‘Colonial Cottage.’ It was built in 1857 from local sandstone and for most of it’s life it has been home of various banks. It was turned into a museum way back in 1967. It had a school desk out the front. When I first went to school I can remember the classroom having several of them tucked up the back of the room. I can’t remember anyone using them. Sadly the museum was closed.
Further down the street, the local op shop had an Australiana display, which was nice to see. A tribute to our Anzacs, I am sure they would have loved the token beer.
Further along was a mural celebrating the local history of the area. It wasn’t a normal mural; this one was made out of tin. The tin used came from the local district, with the oldest pieces coming from a sheep dip, which was used way back in 1829. The more I looked the more I found I liked about it. The bullock carts taking the wool to market. The sheep dog rounding up the sheep. The pink and grey galahs flying over the land. The windmill and the shearing shed. Nice and something so different.
We had expected to pay something for the privilege of parking behind the bowling club but it was free. Nice. The area was very small. Maybe big enough to fit 4 vans in if you were friendly. The Bowling Club sits on the main road into town so we had thought it may have been noisy but we were presently surprised with how quiet it was. We were the only ones to take advantage of the site.