Allan and Connie - wandering about - May to August

Keyboards: Hold down <Fn> and tap the <F5> key
to refresh the page!

< Another year > < Parts Index > < Part 1 > < Part 2 > < Part 3 > < Part 4 >
< Part 5 > < Part 6 > < Part 7 > < Part 8 > < Part 9 > < Part 10 > < Part 11 >
< Part 12 > < Part 13 > < Part 14 > < Part 15 >

WELCOME! - I'm not much of a photographer but I enjoy taking photos that [to me] seem unusual or interesting. Sometimes I think they are funny, sometimes strange and sometimes R rated. I hope I can make you smile or even giggle a bit.

This oldtimer told me he has been fishing in the Rollingston creek since he was a little boy. He claims to have caught a beaver, an otter and a turtle. If I had my fishing gear with me, I would have shown him how to catch barramundi.

There may be more facts (and less B.S.) in this sign board. If you read it you will see that I still don't know how to spell Rollingston.

The central business district of Rollingston is for sale.

The trains from Rollingstone used the north bound tracks (on the right) to go to Perth.
They will use the left side tracks one day - if they return.

I thought the pub on the highway was the attraction, but later somebody told me about the advertisement posted on the other side of the road which depicted a naked man collecting litter from the beach.
Where? I didn't see that.

The only customer I saw in the pub was ...
oh no! That's Connie.

The driver has created some rumours.
Apparently he stopped for a beer and ended up buying the pub - he's still in the bar and never went back to work.

When I found the very intoxicated publican in the bar, I asked him about this lovely old cart.
He explained that horse who had tied up the cart went in for a beer. When he tried to leave later that night, the electronic alcohol testing device wouldn't allow him to move the cart - so he left it there. I didn't believe the bit about the alcohol breath tester.

The pub was wide open, but I had to serve myself at 9:00 am.

.. at what time!?

It says "Gypsy Woman and her Man".
Next to this tree in the rest area at Rollingstone is a monument (below).

The story I was told may or may not be true ... other campers (who had been coming here for years) told me that the couple had died from an overdose of drugs.
If you know a drug dealer, dob them in NOW!

Plenty of time, no hurry. They are riding from Bendigo to the top of Australia and back to Bendigo.
Here, they are in Rollingstone. THAT IS KEEN.