Blood from a Stone

A Under a cloud streaked sky we left Echuca on the Cobb Highway and turned eastwards towards Barmah. 7km north of there is a great camping area next to Barmah Lake in an area full of gum trees, the sort of place where I can easily imagine the Aboriginals living happily. On arriving we went for a walk along the bank of the lake and saw a huge gum tree with its limbs cut off about 3 metres up, it had a new, slender tree growing from amongst all the dead stumps and it looked quite interesting. When travelling in a bus like this it is very important to strap everything down and put things in their place before departure, which we are getting quite good at. It is quite a task to pack up to go, put the car in the trailer and strap it all down, put the 4 bikes back on the bike carrier, turn off the gas, put the step away, sort Jarra out, check oil and water, quick vehicle check, turn bus on 15 mins before leaving so air brakes are ready to go, check map for correct route. Had the car chained down in the trailer this time and it did not move, might have finally sorted out that little problem. The title to this post concerns our childrens work ethic when it comes to getting them to write in their journals/ diaries.