That morning we organised to stay in a converted Milking shed called Udder Place, down next to the Murray River flats. Fortunately it was vacant for the night, so we booked it. Therefore we packed up the camper for the last time on this trip, and for packed things away more permanently as they won't be needed for some time. It looks quite likely to rain around Murray Bridge, and neither Justin or I are super keen to put the tent straight back up to dry out as soon as we get home.
We purchased lunch at Port Augusta. It is strange to be back in familiar territory, navigating is a doddle now. We kept an eye out for Bob's bike in town, stolen one and a half years ago. Not a chance of recovery. We got fuel at Port Wakefield in the busiest servo I have ever. Even to. There were six people serving. The fantastic Murray Bridge Regional Gallery was on my list to visit, but it closed at 4pm and we arrived forty minutes later. I was looking through the window at their displays and checking the opening hours for Saturday, when the ladies inside let me in. Forty minutes after closing time! I was so grateful, and enjoyed my visit immensely. That meant we don't have to hang around until they open tomorrow at 9.30. I highly recommend this gallery, there is something here sure to appeal.
Below is the converted dairy B&B we stayed in, The Udder Place. The owner Sarah was very relaxed, I also recommend this place. Sleeps four, or five with a stretcher bed. The girls were ecstatic, there were cow ornaments all over the cottage. We made use of the claw foot bath, a luxury after three months of showering, or not showering for that matter. Sarah gave us one dozen eggs from her free range chickens. Yummy! We had pasta for dinner, cooked on the cottage stove.
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