It was over 30C outside when we picnicked so we didn’t stay for long. Bridie Beagle longed for a drink.
We gave her some of our water as there weren’t many other choices out in the bush, aside from this trough.
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Camping in the Foothills – Part 15
We walked past a tangled-up tree.
To the next door neighbour’s drive way. There was a corrugated iron shed, and a field with a wonderfully green crop.
The two dogs accompanied us all the way there and back. They reminded me of Red Dog in that they loved to walk, even if it was only down the road and back. They were also very friendly, even to our sometimes anxious beagle.
It was a lovely way to end our camping trip. Early the next morning we packed up in the rising heat and humidity, and headed back home. I must say that this was the loveliest, most chilled out camping trip I’ve ever had. Even in the company of a beagle.
Camping in the Foot Hills – Part 14
We are having one last walk down the road.
This time it was hot with lots of flies.
The cows and horses were in a different paddock, but we did meet some new friends – two friendly farm dogs.
Camping in the Foot Hills – Part 11
The next day, we were woke up to a symphony of moos.
The cows had moved up to the area besides our camp site, and were having breakfast, playing in the river, and mooing.
Not a bad way to wake up, actually.
Camping in the Foothills – Part 10
Soon it was time to turn back.
A second helping of that awesome scenery.
With the added bonus of fading afternoon light.
And one last glare at the horsey (it’s a large dog, isn’t it?).
Camping in the Foothills – Part 9
Further down the road was a herd of cows going about their business. Bridie Beagle didn’t know what to make of these creatures either. Even larger dogs?
There were plenty of calves around. This one was suckling.
I simply loved awesome scenery of the foothills. The cattle just made it more quaint.
Camping in the Foothills – Part 8
The horses were as curious about us as we were about them.
The white horse had a lovely, tangled mane.
The brown horse let me go right up to it so that I could pat it on the nose.
Little things, I suppose, if you live out in the country, but big things to city folk like us.
Camping in the Foothills – Part 7
In the afternoon the sun came out, and the hills were alive with colour.
It was also time for another walk. We passed the stables.
And there were two beautiful horses to greet us.
Bridie Beagle didn’t know what to make of the horses. Large dogs, perhaps?
Camping in the Foothills – Part 6
On the walk back we had lovely views of the Manning River downstream.
And of the surrounding countryside.
Bridie Beagle however, was more interested in rolling around.
She did this many times.
Funny dog.
Stroud – Part 2
Our visit to Stroud was a whirlwind stop – well, we really only stopped briefly at Silo Hill, which overlooked the town. It has quite an interesting history…
And here are the 60 pound cannons. Built in 1855, having travelled from England, to La Perouse in Sydney, up to Newcastle, and finally to Stroud.
I don’t think Bridie Beagle knew what to make of them.
Static and Silence 