Quorn

Left our little roadside camp around 9.30 this morning heading for Quorn- a relatively short 160km drive.
Quorn is a gorgeous s little historic town – very Maldon-ish complete with historic buildings and an old (still working) steam railway- cutely named Pitchie Richie railway.

Quorn is at the gateway to the Fllinders ranges. It was quite surreal to drive through windy green hills after so many weeks in arrid red-earth flatlands where anything over 150m is called a mountain.

Still blue skies but back in the land of jumpers

Arrived in Quorn in time for a late last lunch and were set up and doing a mandatory visit to the Flinders Gin Distillery by 3.

In the window of the Quorn museum- would have liked to have read this one!
This old surgical display was much more creepy

We are staying at the Quorn caravan park which is much quieter than the last time David and I were here. I have just had the best shower since Birdsville with shampoo that actually lathers (it’s the simple things in life isn’t it?). We have booked dinner at the Transcontnental pub. Feels very decadent.