Not often we have ever slept in past 7am. Today we did just that. Maybe it was a combination of the van being totally dark and the cold dictating being cuddled up under a doona. Whatever it was we were off to a very late start to the day.
Touching 11am we headed out to have a look at the Pro Hart gallery. Not being a paid member of the art appreciation society, we thought we may be swimming out of our lane. Nothing could be further from the truth. This bloke can actually paint! His art appears to have meaning, and it is completely entertaining to view and interpret. We reckon he might be famous one day.
Being in the same general area was the sculptures on the hill. Not sure this one has the same connection to our great country as did Pro Harts creations. If one was to be totally objective it appears someone got a government grant, paid a few stone hackers to chisel some sandstone and whacked them on top of a hill to create a tourist attraction where there was none. It worked. In a weird freezing cold, pelting rain sort of way, we enjoyed it. We met Bill and Bob (not their real names) atop the hill. They told us of all their African photographic adventures, not missing one we’re sure. Tired and beaten we headed back.
A visit to the information centre pointed us to Silverton. This place is a cracker. Full of galleries, old tumbled down buildings, Mad Max memorabilia and those sneaky individuals escaping life. The pub grub was outstanding. Being a true connoisseur of all things Parmigiana, Peter rated lunch as up there with the top few percent of that ever experienced. One escapee, full of local knowledge, told us that the pub does 400 meals every day of the year. Interesting where good money can be made.
The late afternoon was spent again freezing at the miner’s memorial atop the highest hill in Broken Hill. This is a sombre place made more so by the darkening clouds and spitting rain. The price paid in human life to reap the earths riches is difficult to comprehend.
Back at camp we flew through some housekeeping before Peter started some university work on human behaviour. Sleep came easily!