At Goondiwindi, we crossed the border from New South Wales into Queensland, having had quite a bumpy ride on the road's very uneven surface. When we stopped for coffee, we saw that a small mirror, inside the caravan, was lying on the floor, broken.
"Tiger Bay Blues" still entertained us & caused me to listen rather than write (the story was excellent & illustrated how dangerous the Bute Street area of Cardiff would have been during the harsh days of the 1930's, when depression gripped the country.
I seemed to recognise the Crossroads Motel at Moonie, where we stopped for fuel, & could almost have believed that the people sitting outside it had been there since we called a year or so ago! It was on of those deja-vu experiences.
We left the Newell Highway & turned east toward Dalby & the Sunshine Coast on the final leg of our journey. When we stopped & went into the caravan to make rolls for lunch, we found that the pepper mill had come apart & there were peppercorns everywhere. Two of the drawers, below the sink, had become jammed because the contents had moved about & Bob had quite a job opening them. This really was a rough road!
As we continued, two cows & a calf suddenly crossed the road infront of us - fortunately, we had sufficient time to stop.
We took the wrong road out of Dalby & ended up in a small place called Bell. It looked so pleasant that we decided to stay there for the night, as it was already 3.15pm.
Our little park at Bell, though far less sophisticated than the larger ones, was a pleasure to stay at - it was bordered by a variety of brilliantly coloured bougainvilleas, was well spaced out & had adequate shade trees dotted around. Some of the occupants appeared to be permanent, whilst the family in a cabin near to us, were visiting the area to attend a wedding.
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