23-24/08/21. It's Winter Again: Stanthorpe

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The only sign of the Possum Wars in the morning was a big pile of possum poo in the middle of the picnic table. The plastic box was slightly nibbled and we had to jettison the possum-sampled lunch crackers, but the possum invaders had been run off before they could inflict any other damage. Roger was much relieved: he was kept awake last night by thoughts of possums replete with our food while we perished during the 15minute drive to the Railway Cafe at Wallangarra.

Roger flirted dangerously with the NSW border on the approach to the Wallangarra Railway Cafe. Thankfully the Cafe is on the Qld side, so we were able to stay within our limits.

But it was all worth it for the double pots of tea and big squashy chairs on the old railway platform.  We spent nearly 2.5 hours here making our plans.  I think we're up to Plan post-Alphabet by now.

 The benign weather we had in Girraween didn't last for our stay in Stanthorpe.  We were treated to howling wind, rain, and an apparent temperature that barely climbed above 0C all day.  We didn't mind this however because we were holed up in an AirBnB while I worked.  Bad weather is allowed to happen on Tuesdays on our travels,and strangely enough Roger didn't seem to mind being snuggled up in bed all day with a book and his phone.

 

Spring has arrived in Stanthorpe with a profusion of colour and blossoms.

We did the washing in Stanthorpe and then, because we were too stingy to pay for a dryer, we festooned everything in the park to dry while we waited to check into our AirBnB.  That's right: we have no shame.

Due to the closed border the highway south of Stanthorpe was eerily empty.

Unfortunately the winter weather is forecast to continue past the point at which we will be back in the tent.  The next update may come via the Antarctic Post...

 






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