That morning Nossi has his normal trepidation of the trip ahead and tries to stay far away from the bus. He even didn’t want to take his pyama’s off.
When we were all on board we continued the trip north, away from cold and rain. Marjo finds the reason why Dotti has been pulling out her hair. Time after time we find her bed full with clumps of fur. These little critters were nested deep in her fur.
We drive off and pass fields of flowers…
the start of a mountain range…
weird shaped hedges…
and a gazillion sheep…
this is not only thé region for Merino wool but also where AFL was originated (so they claim).
We think it’s all mighty interesting and stop in Ararat for some new window sun reflectors (the old one is worn) right opposite the impressive town hall
Then we arrive at the camping, right on the lake. At first we think it’s all very busy until Marjo and Nossi go scouting and find the second half of the campground almost deserted. Just the way we like it.
We decide it’s beer-o’clock and settle in.
After dinner we do the sunset tour.
A magical day.
Posted from Murtoa, Victoria, Australia.
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