I arrive in to Cunnamulla and park up near the Shire Council which boasts the Cunnamulla Fella, an iconic Australian character made famous in a song by Slim Dusty. I’m struck by the beauty of this small country haven, it’s neat as a pin and the is literally a place to stop and smell the roses.

I’ve been recommended the Cunnamulla Cafe by fellow travellers. It doesn’t disappoint. I’m greeted by Charmaine and Vicki — I’m after breakfast, a big breaky, they suggest – sure I say…

There wasn’t a smashed avo in sight, this was all country, down to every piece of meat laid out. It was enough to feed a family of four! Including my coffee – breakfast set me back less than $20 – true good old fashioned country service and food. If you pop by Cunnamulla, this is a definite must! You’ll be welcomed with a smile, you know it must be good, whilst I was there, the place was a constant flow of locals calling in for morning rituals.

After packing up my leftovers, no I could not eat it all… I hit the road again headed for Charleville. The birthplace of my mother and sister and where I lived for a while as a toddler – history from both sides of the family.

I’ve checked in to my home for the next three nights – the Charleville Bush Cottage and Caravan Park – a big sign at the entrance warn you “Non-Smokers only welcome here”, as an anti-smoker from way back, I love it…

I’ve set up camp under the shade of a tree and popped a bottle of bubbles to sit back and enjoy! As I sit here, campers pull up to say hi, I camped with them at Charlotte Plains two nights ago – we’ll meet by the fire for a drink later.

The “Champcorka” (thanks Janine) is growing with memories of my travels. I did wear the hat during the sheep station tour much to the amusement of others! It’s a talking piece, I’ll wear it to the fireside tonight, it’s sure to spark a laugh or two. I’m thinking I need to balance it more – I had this thought of working my way around but it’s a bit lopsided, I’ll keep you posted.