We got to Bathurst and found Bernadette and Pete’s lovely traditional house. Pete took us for a tour of the town; the original railway cottages, the big wide streets and the race-track. Yes, race-track. Most of the time it is a public highway, there are even driveways going off it to private houses, but it is a full blown, grown up race track, complete with tyre walls, pits, paddocks and a Dunlop bridge. That evening we went for a drink and met Alice and her daughters Anna & Rosie, then we all went back to Bernie’s for a lovely meal on the veranda.
On Saturday Pete drove us out to a little known conservation park in the Blue Mountain foothills called Blackfellows Hands. Under the shelter of a massive overhanging rock there are cave paintings made thousands of years ago by Aboriginal people.
A very quiet and peaceful place to be. We all went round to Alice’s house for another delicious meal that evening. It has been really good to meet all these wonderful people.
Back row; Pete, Ann-Marie, Dave, Bernie, Alice
Front row; Anna and Birthday Girl Rosie
Dave’s sister Kate came over here about 20 years ago and met most of them too; we don’t know how she managed it without the electronic gadgets we have today. We’ve needed constant Facebook, email & text messaging just to exist. Now we’ve put faces to all the names we must make sure that we keep in contact.
We crossed back over the Blue Mountains on Sunday, this time we took the road less travelled, the Bells Line of Road, to the north of the main highway. It’s a bit longer and bit twistier; all good stuff, but the best bit is that it goes past the Zig Zag Railway. Trains leave three times a day; 11.00, 13.00 and 15.00. We turned up at 10.55. This sort of good fortune is becoming scary. The rules of Karma say that to have the sort of luck that we seem to do, both of us must have been Mother Theresa for a while.
Dave, Mike, David, Liz, Ann-Marie, Rosalie, Chris.