Met up and accepted an invitation to visit the men working in the Shed! They invited us to have morning tea. We sat in the dining car carriage of an old train and enjoyed a great chat about farming and country towns. We provided the buttered sultana cake to their delight.
Up in the cold, windy, rain to walk along Main Street, Grenfell. Heather was totally carried away with the great bargains of jams, chutneys and sauces. A few good knits for our grandson, a bearded Iris in a pot called Thunder Echo (so appropriate in the current weather situation) and out of here. We really liked the town for its sincerity and great presence of the past!
Had a pretty drive to Young in the rain and wind. The clouds entertained us with numerous shapes and colours.
Young sat in its valley of grey cloud and mist as we arrived and we could have been in Katoomba. It was very cold and we tramped the main drag and realised it was just an everyday clean town that could have been anywhere. Grenfell’s unique beauty was suddenly obvious.
Found a spot to camp out of the wind at the local showground in peace and quiet.