How Time Runs Away

Well time sure runs away and my plan to update my blog daily has fallen by the way side. I reckon if there were 48 hours in a day I'd still be behind.

On Wednesday morning we got the bus serviced in Scottsdale and it took a bush mechanic to solve a problem I have had ever since I have had the bus. I always complained that the bus was not firm on the road and tended to wallow around on rough roads. I have always checked my own tyre pressures religiously at home with my own compressor and set them at 70PSI. This mechanic commented that my tyres looked low and I assured him I was running them at 70psi but when he checked them with his recently checked pressure gauge they were all around 15 lbs lower than what I thought. After pumping them up using his gauge I could not believe the difference in the handing of the vehicle. It is quite apparent to me now that the gauge I have been relying on was/is faulty.

After restocking the pantry we moved on and wound our way through some lovely country to Lilydale when Wendy again restocked the pantry with what she had forgotten on the previous shopping spree that morning. We then slowly   followed the back road via Pipers Creek to George Town  where we called on on the Solo's rally to catch up with Wendy Purvis but to no avail as we could not find her.

We had decided to go to Batman Bridge for the night but by chance Alan was talking to a old gentleman who said no came to my place I've got lots of paddocks, we we followed him to his property on the edge of town and camped in his back yard. We were invited to come up to the house for a drink and to our surprise he had a BBQ in full swing and insisted we stay and enjoy ourselves. What an amazing host Peter and is daughter Berlinda were  to total strangers and he had also invited two German tourists Rudy and Inga who were delightful company. While we were BBQing Peter's friends Fred and Shirley insisted on showing us around the town the next day and we we escorted on a sight seeing tour which lasted for a few hours. Tasmanian hospitality is second to none. Peter had an amazing obedient dog who was almost human and in the morning he came down the farm to see us, he jumped into the bus and promptly sat up on the engine cover between us and enjoyed a lift back to the house with us. He is black like the interior of the bus and is a little hard to see in the photo.

Reluctantly we left George Town and headed for Batman Bridge to spend the night camped beside the first suspension bridge  ever constructed in the southern hemisphere. It was a nice spot but some of the fellow campers were a little "strange". Early this morning I rose and walked over the bridge to take some photos.

When we broke camp at Batman Bridge we headed down the east Tamar highway via Launceston to Longford where we are now camped up doing the washing and preparing for the rally which we enter next Monday. It will be good to put the roots down for seven days and not have to pack up every morning to hit the road.