The temperature over the last few days has started to climb a little and today (Wednesday) was 38c However it is not expected to get too hot for the next few days and over the weekend. That being so, we might actually be able to get out. Wherever we go out of town it is a long drive. I had thought of going to Quorn in the Flinders Ranges, which is about 120klm from here. In the other direction there is a drive to Cowell which is about 110 klm and a direct road. The disadvantage of Cowell is that there is really nothing to see on the drive down there, whereas the drive to Quorn means going through the Pichi Richi Pass and Woolshed Flats which are both interesting. However, we will not be going anywhere until this weather calms down.
My top three movies are: – 3. A man for All Seasons. 2. The Man who would be King. 1. Casablanca. As John was growing up he would sit on the couch with me and we would watch Casablanca together. Of course, as he got older he understood that Rick’s Cafe was simply a studio set in Hollywood. However, in Casablanca, Morocco there is a Rick’s Cafe – opened in 2004 and based on the movie fame – and he was quite excited when the tour of Morocco included lunch at Rick’s Cafe in Casablanca. However, when they got there it was Ramadan, so no Rick’s. However the King of Morocco had decreed that during Ramadan all Muslim owned businesses must close but non-Muslim owned businesses may remain open with limited hours – so his tour group had lunch – at McDonalds. Fourteen thousand miles to have a Big Mac!! He was not impressed, but we (Annabell
and I) unkindly thought it was hilarious. They didn’t even go to Rick’s so there are no photographs. To say he was disappointed is an understatement but, he got over it and really enjoyed the tour of Morocco and the Tea Ceremony they went to. He also sent me a photograph which I showed to
Annabell. She said it was a good photograph of John. A few minutes later I showed her the photograph and she said it was a good photograph of John. A few minutes later I showed her the photograph and she was slightly irritated and said that she had said twice already that it was a good photograph of John. So I very gently asked “I wonder what that is over his right shoulder?” “Oh – is that Gibraltar? ” “Yes dear, that’s Gibraltar”
We didn’t go for a picnic but we did go for a drive around the area. We were away a couple of hours and I thought what’s not to like – Lovely (tad warm) day, the car, me, my dog and Sinatra.
The weather forecast for next week looks interesting so we should be able to get out somewhere. This morning ( Saturday) I took the dog out for his morning walk and just about froze — gollleee – it was cold and the summer jacket I had on was a waste of time as the wind cut right through it – one and three-quarter mile and every foot of had me thinking “I should have gone back to bed this morning” I mean, I get up and get dressed and out we go at 5:40am and the only time we don’t go out is if it’s raining. I look forward to coffee when I get back from our walk – he gets his treat I gets me coffee!
Being a nice afternoon I decided to take Benji out for a bit of a drive. We drove out to Iron Knob a mining area about 55klm, north-west of here. Once upon a time it was a thriving community of 3000 people but those days are gone and it has a population of less than 200. The town – what’s left of it – is very run down. Most of the shops are closed, the school is closed, the pub is gone and the only Petrol (Gas) Station is closed and overgrown with weeds. Its sister town – not too far away – Iron Baron – again a once thriving mining community has completely gone; there’s nothing left of that. Beyond Iron Knob there were several pastoral areas, but our government seized them in compulsory purchase and made them part of the extended army play-pen. When we set out I foolishly thought that there would at least be one shop still open. The Inter-state Highway – National Highway 1 – passes across the top of the Eyre Peninsula and it passes the far end of Iron Knob and right on the corner, where the Iron Knob Road joins the National Highway, is a Petrol (Gas) Station. It is a service station,with food and drinks and I always thought was ideally placed to pick up trade from tourists, locals and trucks traveling the Inter-State. I thought that at least would survive, but I was wrong and it’s an overgrown junk heap. I thought this was quite sad.