Still on Morangarell Road.
I went to put my feet up on a fence,
then saw those pesty ants upon the ground
where I was just about to lie, so hence,
I picked my water bottle up and found
my way back to the road, though some what slowed
by stinging in my feet. I soon will jog.
And here's a few more places that soon showed
they came to view soon after twelve o'clock:
On the right,
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on the left:
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Amazing to think of how many things have been done to serve the purposes of creative love. Like this school. Did the job. Well, not the technology of the school: the Education Department, the building, the curriculum, etc.;. but the human beings, the teacher Elsa, and the students named above, in families of care and training, in order to see the purposes of creative love worked out. The technology can, no doubt, be a useful tool.
We don't want the tail wagging the dog!
About 12:30pm i find this sign, beside a sewn field. Level with the horizon, on the right. Heartening.
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A bloke in the pub yesterday asked regarding 'Narraburra': "How do you know there's so many skinny rabbits out there?"
."I don't know." I said.
Maybe a prompt could be: Where does a rabbit live in the bush? Now look at the name. Say it out loud if necessary.
There you go.
Another reflection on walking - again.
At about 12:50 I pass Balwin's Road on my right, (a sign tells me I've come 19 km from Temora) around the site of the Narraburra Post Office and Hotel (with footy field, cricket pitch, & race track nearby)
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At 1pm, on the right here is the sight of another scool that lasted for 30 yrs from the late 1800's to the early 1900's..
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Amazing eh?
A bit of a rest on a disused bridge, at about 1:30pm (on the road on the left)
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Lovely moss to lie on, a railing to prop feet on, and no ants (that I could see at first).
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Wow, at 3:30pm I came upon the little Narraburra Hall. Looks like someone has bought it and maybe is living in it, or in containers out the back. It stopped being a community hall in 1986.
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Then about 5min later i found out how far I've travelled from Temora.
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Then around 4pm, that angel whom I met for coffee this morning brought out my trolley. It was going to be at around 3pm, because then the car had to take kids swimming at 3:30pm, BUT, the swimming was cancelled, because someone was sick, so I got to have another trolley-free hour. I think I made better time because of that.
Thank you Derek, and family, and extended family who has freed him for this kind of thing.
Then trying to make it to smewhere I could pitch my tent a bit off the road, I kept on. A bit concerned when i saw a sign like this:
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And this:
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But, forward ho, in company of creative love, we'll find out how to get through.
Travelling accross the road from right to left on a judicious path, i managed to only get about 1cm up my boots, and none in them…
Walked on to the Lone Pine turn off and camped.
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The outside of the tent is the fly, and this one is onside out. I am just airing the fly to dry it from the moisture on it when I packed it up two days ago.
Thank you those who helped.
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