Saturday May 2

I'm a bit late doing this blog as we got in fairly late yesterday, contrary to our usual routine. Settling in to the caravan park at Mt Magnet. 

We started the day at The Lookout heading for Sandstone which turned out to be a very small town with very nice lady running the visitor centre. This was also a heritage museum and we spent s lot of time looking at the exhibits. Theses included a little school cas like the one Lyla uses for her extra dominoes and a singer sewing machine even older than the one we have from early in the days of mums marriage. There is also a lady called lady Di who makes pies fresh on the spot after you order it and who has big colourful flags all over town. There was also a very old Vauxhall just like my dads except it is a rusted out wreck and is the wrong colour, nevertheless I photgraphed for posterity. 

Just before reaching sandstone we detoured to look at a rock formation called London Bridge probably because that is what it looked like. On the same detour we looked at the remains of on old brewery run by an Irishman at the turn of the last century. It was sited on top of s large rock with the brew stored in a cave underneath, very enterprising!

Then onward heading for a camp at Rocky Dam. We found the dam but down a track that would turn to impassable after a decent rain, such as was forecast for that night. We checked for our friend who we expected to meet there, couldn't find so moved on to Mt Magnet. While I was walking I came across an abandoned mine, deep and full of water and no safety protection right next to the track. 

Friday May 1

The morning in Leinster stared with discussions about the cyclone heading for Onslow. After crossing the coast it was apparently going to plow through the area in which we are travelling depositing lots of rain as it passed. After a check of the appropriate websites we decided that it wouldn't really affect us as we will be in Cue by the time it got to us. So making a bold decision we decided to move, I hope that decision doesn't come back to bite us on the b-m.

Heading towards Sandstone we have camped for the night, with another motorhome, at a place called Peter Denny's Lookout. It is one of my favourite types of camp perched on top of a semicircular cliff and therefore has absolutely magic views. It is an official camp site with picnic tables but no ablutions and it does have a fire pit, so Elaine is happy. 

The day is and has been overcast so our solar panels have not achieved much and the generator is now running. I am actually a little disappointed in the solar panels so far, they don't seem to be anywhere near as effective as they should be, maybe I will get someone to check the system for me. We also don't have coverage until we go down to Sandstone tomorrow.