Back To Ilfracombe
Bluey whimpered in the night so we put him on our bed so we could get a bit more sleep. In the morning we discovered the problem - he had vomited in his crate. Fortunately we have a vet appointment tomorrow as he hardly ate all day.
We had a leisurely start this morning packing up for the 80km drive back to Ilfracombe. Lots of our Roadie mates are already here. One group of friends have two dachshunds, two cavoodles and two small poodles between them so have set up a low fence where the dogs can all commune. Blue met them and was not intimidated by any of them. There are some big dogs and we are glad they are not nearby.
We went to the local pool where these Roadies demonstrated unsynchronised swimming in the artesian spa. The water in the main pool is warmer than at Barcaldine so we will go each day we are here.
Two triple road trains pulled up opposite the Wellshot Hotel to check their loads of cattle. There is no roadhouse around here for drivers to buy meals.
A negative consequence of cattle trucks parking across the road from the pub is cow shit and flies. I needed two more hands to keep the flies off my dinner while I ate! Tilly and Blue enjoyed a little leftover grilled salmon.
Beccy and Libby and their crew arrived late this afternoon. When Beccy and Libby drove past the pub they received a raucous welcome. Our tour doesn't officially start until 2pm tomorrow.