Mundi Mundi and Silverton
Day 4 saw us travelling to Silverton and the Mundi Mundi lookout some 25 to 30 km from Broken Hill.
Four views from Mundi Mundi
Day 4 saw us travelling to Silverton and the Mundi Mundi lookout some 25 to 30 km from Broken Hill.
Four views from Mundi Mundi
Day 3 was our first full day in Broken Hill. We began with a trip out to the Living Desert sculptures and later that day spent some time at the Line of Lode memorial.
The air in and around Broken Hill was so clear and clean. And the view of Broken Hill from the memorial was excellent.

Views from the Living Sculptures park

Broken Hill east to west
Day 2 saw us leave Nyngan behind and continue west - aiming for Broken Hill.
Our first port of call was Cobar, then a few stops in the middle of nowhere before having lunch in Wilcannia and arriving in Broken Hill mid-afternoon.
The countryside is sparse but beautiful. We saw the odd emu but they were vastly outnumbered by goats–hundreds of them grazing at the roadside, but too clever to become roadkill (not that we were trying!) The goats seems to be in flocks of four or five to ten and there were literally dozens of flocks spread out across hundreds of kilometres.
My wife and I recently completed a holiday/road trip starting on the mid coast of NSW through the central and far west of NSW, into the primary wine making districts of South Australia and Adelaide then south east through Mt Gambier and along the Great Ocean Road to Melbourne before returning through central Victoria.
Our first port of call was Nyngan. One of Nyngan’s claims to fame is The Big Bogan1. He’s probably close to 6 metres tall. And here he is in his glorious boganness or boganinity:
Last month I came across the following statement from CS Lewis quoted on the Tolle Lege website.
For my own part, I tend to find the doctrinal books often more helpful in devotion than the devotional books, and I rather suspect that the same experience may await many others. I believe that many who find that ‘nothing happens’ when they sit down, or kneel down, to a book of devotion, would find that the heart sings unbidden while they are working their way through a tough bit of theology with a pipe in their teeth and a pencil in their hands.