Well . . . It is Day 7 of our Broken Hill adventure, and this is my twelfth post. Are you getting breathless yet? I certainly am, so the realisation that today is a "suit yourself until 5.30pm" kind of day is welcome. The problem is, where to start . . . if at all? Normally … Continue reading Broken Hill, Winding Down to Sunset
Author: Garrulous Gwendoline
Wonderfully Wacky White Cliffs
Day 6 of our Broken Hill adventure (lunch and after) Whoever said you should "never judge a book by its cover" might have been thinking of White Cliffs, home of Australia's first commercial opal fields. On the surface, despite the pretty blue of the sky, the landscape seems a wasteland, a moonscape dotted with craters: Below the … Continue reading Wonderfully Wacky White Cliffs
The Road to White Cliffs takes us via Wilcannia
Day 6 of our Broken Hill adventure (before lunch) It is not often that one goes on holiday and wishes for rain, but the people of Broken Hill and surrounds are parched. It has been five years since a big wet, and seven weeks since a rainy day. If we need to drink tap water we boil it, … Continue reading The Road to White Cliffs takes us via Wilcannia
The Reluctant Retiree 