I'm already struggling to decide what to write that could possibly interest more than one person at a time. When I talk or write, I want to tell someone something that's relevant to them, not to me - how can I do this for 120 different people at once? I don't know how you facebookers manage this. So, I'll write to me, and you can read over my shoulder.
* first day from Melbourne to just outside Horsham, lovely Maxine at Dadswells Bridge 'Grampians Edge Caravan Park' was waiting up and worried about us by the time we pulled in around 8pm. The pretzels we had traced to get out of Melbourne, with houses on our backs that wouldn't reverse happily! Caroline Springs College is not a place I had ever expected to have to go and plead for the use of their toilet, when the local public loos were locked. I must have one of those pitiful faces, though (and a cute kid by your side never hurts) because we got the "well, we don't normally do this, but..." and were suitably grateful!
About 37 phone calls and several choice words later, Pauline and I had found each other again somewhere on the Ballarat Road (which is the Western Hwy and the National Highway all at once: always helpful for the unwary traveller!) But with Zoe watching me closely for her cues as to 'how stressed should she be', I realised that I needed to have a pretty good reason to be grumpy, and really I had no reason at all. We had plenty of fuel, plenty of food, warmth, music and each other.All that and the open road, what else could I ask for? And when we were directed to our 'no need to unhitch the caravan or even turn it around' powered campsite, with offers of whatever help we needed,life was good. Hot water bottles, snuggly sleeping bags, and a very grateful child completed the first day beautifully. But the grateful child is desperate to get to the shops now, so will continue the story later tonight. Cheers mdears!
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