I'm on a roll here

Yes, I have to write it down before I forget the details. That's the problem with aging isn't it, things and happenings run into one another so I strongly recommend blogging or other forms of keeping track and it's fun too. I remember my father-in-law, when he visited us in France and we went on some trips together, he always noted down places and things they'd seen at the end of the day. I am ashamed to say that there were a few times when we got a little impatient with this, since we wanted to do other things, but now having reached the age that he was then, I fully understand him doing this. You know when you've been on holidays and you look at your photos and can't remember where or when something was taken, well he wrote down where he took photos, which was lucky because he took many photos of churches and after a while they all start looking the same.

Anyhow, when I went up to the Barossa Valley this man in the tourist office told me to go and see the Whispering Wall which was supposed to be well worth it. It was a little bit out of the way but I went anyway. What it is is a dam, and the material of the wall makes sound travel very far. So when you stand at one end, you hear perfectly well another person whispering even at the other end, a hundred meters away. Very weird!

Driving home yesterday hubby became my hero for the day. He spotted a small herd of about 30 sheep that had escaped out on the road, and there was even one who was down with his/her foot caught in the barb-wire fence. When hubby approached, the poor sheep got so panicky that he/she managed to get lose by him/herself. But hubby had been ready to get in there and lift him/her down had it been necessary and that was very brave in my book. You see, they are bigger than you think when you come close up to them.  Those who know me, know that I have a healthy respect, read fear, of animals. We were very low on petrol at this point but decided that we had to drive to a farm and notify someone. So we drove into the first one we saw and told a young girl there. She said that it sounded like it was their sheep but she wasn't too surprised so it probably happens quite often. So all was well and we made it to the next town to fill up on petrol.


When I say town, it can be a small place with a population of 60 and you almost miss it driving through. The petrol station can be a pump in someone's front yard. It's pretty empty out there.

Miles and miles of emptiness or wheat fields. Fortunately we had something to visit now and again, and this time it was the Big Olive.