The Way to Hay

We are having such a lovely time the last few nights it's been difficult to fit in blog posts.

Last night we stayed in the most wonderful place. Wendy and peter extended their kindness and invited us to stay on farm between barham and denilequin. I think it was my favorite place on this whole trip. Peter is a farmer and Wendy is an artist and we spend the most wonderful evening with them and slept in a gorgeous studio cottage. Hopefully, in fact I'm sure, we will return one day soon because one evening was certainly not enough.

We eventually made ourselves pack up and get back on the road and rode the the 270km onwards through Hay to Jeremy's school friend, Ed's, farm 15kms north of Booligal.

Since we left late in the day we were on the road still near sun set which is a scary time due to kangaroos and emus being on the road. But it is a beautiful time to see it all. We swept along that road with huge clouds making shadows and spectacular light on the everlasting flat scenery. Emus ran from us, their floppy back feathers shaking with their lollopy strides. Lizards warming themselves on the last hours of sunlight scurried out of the way of our tires and hawks and buzzards played chicken with us, swooping out of our line at the last minute. Just one kangaroo revealed itself to us and bounded away from the road with its agile hind legs the sun shining red on its fur.

Tomorrow we become farmers on a sheep station the size of a northern Irish county and then we get dolled up on Saturday for the Hay races. I'm borrowing a dress from Ed's wife, Rachel. I've already borrowed a lovely pair of shoes from Wendy. What on earth will I do with my hair. Its hardly even seen shampoo for nearly a month! I hope I scrub up!