Home 28th April 2011

We decided to return home via Braidwood, as Peter was told that the road was now much better and had been sealed (hint- never take advice from a toothless man named Draino). Stopped at Queanbeyan and had a look around – while certainly an authentic town after Canberra, it also appeared rather run down, with boarded up shops and sparse streets. Then onto a pretty little village called Bungendore, which reminded us of Berry – wouldn’t like to visit it on a weekend – standing room only! After lunch we set off for Braidwood, only to discover that the road was still a muddy, slippery, windy and rocky road that we remembered from yore. It was only after we got to Nerriga that the road improved and we could breathe easily. We got home tired and wet just before dark, but very happy to have gone to the National Folk Festival.