There was a lot of dew on the grass this morning when I took Bluey for his first walk of the day. Anita needed to have damaged fingernails repaired so we headed for Taree, the largest nearby town.
Instead of going back to the Pacific Hwy, we drove the potholed Lansdowne Rd criss-crossing the railway line. The scenery was interesting but there were literally thousands of filled and unfilled potholes along the route, with reduced speed limits due to damaged pavement. There is a multi million dollar project in waiting, probably one of many in the State following the damage caused by heavy rain and flooding.
We stopped at the Information Office in Taree to ask if there is any RV parking in town. A helpful volunteer showed me where to go and correctly predicted cars would be in the designated caravan parking bays. I managed to squeeze into one bay and made time to complain to the Council about the absurdity of providing caravan parking, but not ensuring it is available for caravanners wanting to visit and spend money in town.
We enjoyed breakfast sitting in the sun outside the Little Eaterly Cafe. When Anita headed off to get her nails done, Bluey wanted to follow her. I persuaded him to accompany me on a walking tour of Taree.
The refurbished Masonic Temple building houses one of the many Op Shops in town. In Jaycar I found electrical connections needed for the Bushtracker, a short walk from the Manning River Stage.
We walked a kilometre to a disapointing off leash dog park, but passed two well maintained old schools. The Taree Public School was established in 1864, and has celebrated its 150th anniversary.
The Taree High School was established in 1908. The impressive building looks like it has recently been painted.
The 1876 Protestant Hall is now ironically home to a BWS outlet. The smaller writing states England’s Glory above a statue of a Holy Bible. At least the building is being protected by having business occupants.
Anita was frustrated by the time it took for her nails to be done – 2 hours! We finally left Taree and drove to the caravan park at Jimmy’s Beach. We visited a friend living nearby and her 10 year old Border Collie, who clearly remembers us from earlier visits.
Tilly was keen to try out a new bag, sit on the silicone oven mitt, and keep warm on Bluey’s jumper in the crate.
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