Sunday, April 13, 2025

I had forgotten how tiring motorway driving is.

This morning started well. After breakfast, I packed up and went to church. I found it hard to concentrate – maybe I was thinking too much about the day ahead? Anyway, afterwards I got talking to two lovely ladies over coffee – then another long conversation with the curate, who is visiting the British Isles in August to discover the Celtic saints. We discussed the Island’s saints, but she isn’t sure if she will be get that far.

Part of it is now a museum, while the other half services main-line locomotives. They have a small but varied collection of items, and I was glad I went.

Then back on the road. I hadn’t examined my route in detail, but it turned out that it included 200km or motorway. Australian motorways are similar to the UK – except that they have side roads and farms turning straight off them. I had forgotten how mentally tiring it is – trying to “hold the picture” of what is behind while concentrating on what is in front. I had a couple of hairy moments – I nearly ran into the back of a truck when I misjudged his speed, and also had some fun passing a large caravan with indicators that didn’t work.

But I survived and reached the hotel exhausted. I nipped into town for a curry, then back to the hotel for a shower and an early night.