We had a nice meal at the local RSL Club at Parkes but my mashed potato was Deb and I think it tastes more like cardboard than potatoes. There was a full side of roast chicken on my plate, so there was a lot left over for toasted sandwiches for tea.
When we arrived in Peak Hill, we decided to call it quits for the day and bump no further.
After a relaxing evening, we have come to the conclusion that even travellers need a day off, so we'll stay here tomorrow, Monday, as well. It's a nice little country town, with a declining population but an energetic one. Even the empty shops are made to look attractive. There's an antique shop and an Op shop here and interesting displays of the early years of gold and of arts and crafts. I would like to go up the hill to the open cut gold mine, now not in operation, but I'll have to see if it's possible to drive to it.
New owners of the caravan park have taken over and our friends Leighton and Pauline are about to take an overseas holiday as a reward for their hard work here. We were pleased that the new people had adopted the habit of scones and jam and cream for afternoon tea.
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