On Sunday we rode the Rail Trail to Toongabbie, a town with much green space. We rode along a short single-track outside the Toongabbie Golf Club. It seems that, just like in the US, flat landscape isn't enough to deter the construction of a green area for people to whack balls and try to get them into little holes. It was windy......again. Carolyn and Clive have shared that this is much more like Spring weather than late Fall. We enjoyed a couple beers at the local pub, The Cricket Club Hotel - which isn't a hotel anymore but a restaurant and pub. As a beer snob I feel required to report that we enjoyed drinking the Carleton Draughts more for the wonderful conversation/monologue by the owner Helena. Art Space long-term artist/resident Bill drove us into Sale where we picked up a rental car. This is the first time Paul has driven on the "wrong" side of the road. Aside from having to be reminded a couple times "left lane" from Jo and flipping on the | |
windshield wipers on the left of the steering wheel rather than the turn signal on the right, it went smoothly (though I do tend to leave too much clearance on the right and not on the left).
After shopping (the favorable exchange rate reduces the sting of high prices for groceries, wine and beer) we went for a too brief walk on the lovely trail system in the Sale Common Wetland. We wanted to stay longer but heeded the warning to not drive at night when fog obscures the vision and kangaroos tend to roam on the road.
We woke this morning to the monkey-like call of the kookoobura. Now we understand why the old children's tune about the bird in the gum tree says "laugh kookoobura, laugh kookoobura".
After shopping (the favorable exchange rate reduces the sting of high prices for groceries, wine and beer) we went for a too brief walk on the lovely trail system in the Sale Common Wetland. We wanted to stay longer but heeded the warning to not drive at night when fog obscures the vision and kangaroos tend to roam on the road.
We woke this morning to the monkey-like call of the kookoobura. Now we understand why the old children's tune about the bird in the gum tree says "laugh kookoobura, laugh kookoobura".