Under Canvas at Last.

Another day another Dubbo.   

The first night under canvas always marks the beginning of a new journey.  We are travelling for the moment not touring, overly anxious to get to Beachport,  but the pace will slow in a day or two once we have remembered our routine.

Oh yes, how quickly we forget, even at our own peril, I was guilty of a serious break of camp protocol this morning.  

I forgot to boil the billy while the other one of us was showering.  

I got away with it I think, but it had better not happen again.