History - sometimes shocking

Early morning dawn chorus.  Cockatoos  and magpies I think, magpies here do not appear to be crow relatives and hence have a lovely bell like call.

The town is just a grid system, sadly lots of empty shops, but massive Woolworth, Coles and K Mart plus lots of outlets for all you need in the bush or on the sea.
And this place would not be out of place in a spaghetti western

I made may way over what were the railway tracks to the Keeping Place. For my emotional stuff go to TripAdvisor but suffice to say I was fed up with institutions praising everything about the Aborigines - except the Aborigines themselves. This place moved me to tears. Sadly when a young waitress at a nearby cafe - probably a Saturday job - asked where I had been, she had never heard of it.  Should be compulsory education akin to the Holocaust.

A walk by the river but soon it became too hot even for my walking companion

 One good thing is the availabilty of water to drink. Served automatically with meals and with these devices dotted around - the bit athe front if for filling your bottle.

Before I left the UK I had tried to book a tour from the local tour company. It seems that deamnd is low so tours are laid on for groups rather than being freely open. However getting here I found no tours operating. But this is Oz and and wizard (witch?) waved a wand and I have a personal tour of two wineries set up for tomorrow. No charge but I buy lunch and pay entrance. Seems a great deal to me.
Tonight wine and tapas - wait for the next exciting instalment!!!!