Newdegate to Lake King

I went back to the Newdegate pub and had my gin and tonic, and ordered pepper fish, which came with salad and chips. Once again, the salad was minimal and the chips plentiful, and I was quite hungry, so I ate maybe ten of them. The fish was only adequate. 

As I was finishing the g and t, four blokes walked in, and one said “You must be the bike rider”. How he would have known that I haven’t a clue, because I wasn’t wearing any bike stuff at all, and the bike was back at the park, and when I was riding, my face was totally covered by helmet and fly net. Anyway, he said they saw me on the road, they are grain carters like most people in town, and come up every harvest.

I had a nice chat with them (they bring their own salad, can’t stand the hotel’s), and the manageress seemed OK with that. 

Eventually I left, having finished my $8 drink, including crunching up every ice cube! I came back to the tent, and went to bed early, nineish, so I could get away a bit earlier, as 31degrees was predicted, getting up to my comfort limit. 

I managed that ok, got away about 7:15, conditions weren’t that good, I had a headwind, right on the nose, but not strong enough to be too dispiriting.

There are still a lot of wildflowers on the roadside, mostly bush flowers, here’s a sample, I know some of them, but not game to put the name to them in case I make a mistake (God forbid).