Day 08: Your Blogger’s in Wagga

For any of those people who reckon most of our pictures have shown blue skies and that we’ve been whinging too often about the weather (and it’s raining again as I write this), take a look at the first picture. And no, we didn’t dummy it up by throwing a bucket of water on the campervan window. This was en route to Wagga Wagga yesterday.

The trouble is, once you get inland, you can’t moan about the rain because this is the stuff they’ve been praying for all year.

Now, back to dear diary.  We drove through Yass on our way to Wagga, stopping inevitably at the dog that’s still on the tuckerbox nine miles from Gundagai.  We were determined not to start singing “On the road to Gundagai” but failed miserably and still can’t get the song out of our minds.
Once again, met up with some wonderful puzzlers at the NewsXpress agency in Wagga, run brilliantly by the Sutherland brothers (no, not Donald and Kiefer), but Troy and Dean.

Dianne told James that her father, Don Ross, was 98 years old and whipped through cryptic crosswords with the speed of light. Now haven’t we been telling you how good cryptics are for the brain. Don is the proof!

We got some great publicity on the airwaves from the team at 2WG and gave away some puzzle packs to people who answered the trivia questions we gave them.

Finally we met up with my childhood friend Katherine Peters and her partner Phil and enjoyed a fine meal.

Raindrops keep falling on our motorhome ... nine miles from Gundagai.

The dog's on the tuckerbox and the rain is falling.

From left, Charles and Margaret from Yorkshire, and puzzler Maureen.

Keen puzzler Sue who told us about the delights of Wagga.

Friends Katherine and Phil after a satisfying meal.

James decided that the last glass of wine was one too many and needed a coffee.