SO far my driving lesson excursions have taken in the Porcupine Township, a fleet of London buses, Castlemaine Gaol, the Harcourt wineries and some spectacular views.
I’m clearly just a chauffeur for my instructor, as I have to tightly enquire: “Am I going left or right?” whenever we hit a junction (rare, when you’re tootling around picturesque backwaters) and, “Can I try some parallel parking now?”
The remains of this 1887 wheel, in a backroad known as Forest Creek, wasn’t even signposted. How about that? They’ve just forgotten about it. In England we’d erect a statue and cordon it off.
Keeper? I’d probably show off and take someone out here, yeah.
Hey dude,
Just a rather quick, somewhat silly question- your blog looks fantastic! How did you do that with WordPress?
Cheers,
Jess
Hullo
After fannying about in an ineffective manner for a few days, I decided to just get my mates at http://www.blaster-utd.com/ to pimp it up… and they could better explain how.
Jenny
Have you been to the red white and blue mine? big o’l poppet head hiding out in the scrub, similar to the Garfield wheel, which, if you look closely has my name scraped into the stone.
“Emmo woz ere” or “Emmo sux cox”?