20120826 Qld St George, Nindigully & Talwood

20120826 A quick stop at St George our 2nd time here, to stock up on supplies and wash some cloths. After shopping Des asked a lady selling tickets if she knew where a laundry mate was, yep up the road at the caravan park. So off we go, got our cloths and coins and put on our washing, while the washing was on we walked to the weir and back. Next a guy approached us and asked if that was our Motorhome out the front, yes said Des, are you staying the night he said, no Des said, well get your stuff and get out he said, hold on a minute I asked a lady at Footwork’s if she knew where a laundry mate was and she told us the caravan park up the road, this is private property get your stuff and get out, luck for us the washing was at the end of its last spin so we grabbed our cloths and left, what a prick, anyone would think it was free.

We camped up at the Nindigully for two lay back days, only it wasn't the same, we really missed the old crew we meet on our first visit, we had such a great time. 

Des and I went for a walk and ran into this large bullick just like the one from Lara Station, that is no more.  Standing taller than Des and valued at around $1000.

The ground is covered in pretty white flowers on the banks of the weir.

A shot taken from a different angle of the creek, with the old bridge as the focus point.

The rickety old bridge with its no entry sign is only used as a stopover for the wildlife.

27-08-2012  Another lazy day, Des wonders around chatting here and there while I blog or go for a walk.  The bell rang for happy hour at 4.30pm as usual, so Des and I popped over for a drink, all they could offer was shato cardboard, so I sipped on the shit, which took a bit to get down, then left, I must be getting fussy in my old age. 

We left for the tiny town of Talwood to check out Desie’s favourite yabby spot, last trip we got over 360. We had no longer parked up and out came the pots and bate and off he goes down the road. We went to the Talwood Hotel for tea where Des landed himself a job looking after the amenities, the cleaner “Bungie” said he had a meeting at the Nindigully Hotel and asked Des if he could fill the toilet rolls, so the trusty local handed him the key and said he would return Thursday, country people, you gota love em.

0829 Des was up and left early to check his pots while I sat in the van playing my music and writing down number plate of people throwing cigarette butts on the ground. I found a web site called "Dob in a Litterer" and joined it, so watch out. Des thinks he's now one of the locals, the last time we were in Talwood he meet a guy who drove him to a great yabbie spot, this time he invited him into his house, come in mate how did ya go, catch many? ya a few said Des, sit down and watch this race I'm a real gambling man, love me horses. He gave Des a packet of fish and Des gave him all the small yabbies for fishing then left. He meet another guy who was also catching yabbies for fishing and only wonted small ones, they swapped the small for the big ones and both left happy chappie’s. Des was telling him about the job he landed from Bungie and the meeting at the Nindigully, F,N bull shit he’s a piss head and just wants to hit the piss, chuckle.

0830 We left Talwood and headed down the road to a borrowed pits, as there called (dams), where Des was told he would get larger yabbies. If his first pull was any indication we should have left but he persevered and dropped the pots, by 2.30pm he had enough and pulled the pot empty handed so we returned to camp.

Des was up and gone to pull his pots early and on return DE headed the poor mites and in the freezer they went.

We left for Dalby to meet an old friend Steve Katon who we haven't seen in years.

Stopping on the way to give way to the cattle crossing the outback roads.

Talk about a dogs life but you should see him in action.

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