Dungog 5 October 2011

In the morning we had a look around Taree, got some baby clothes for Katie and found a little shop that sold delicious apricot and ginger jam. Decided to head south via Dungog, however we did not anticipate the appalling goat tracks we would have to travel over. In spite of the bouncy ride and a few hairy bridge crossings we enjoyed the drive through the green countryside – reminded us of Tasmania. Stopped at Gloucester, a small town that Heather compared to the Walgett of her youth. Stopped at the showground at Dungog and had a peaceful night.