GOODBYE MELBOURNE!

 Monday. After waiting for a last minute once-over at the garage we don't hit the road till 3.33 in the afternoon, well naturally.

Desperate to put distance between us and Melbourne we make it 300km north and into New South Wales. Stopping just over the border on the outskirts of a town called Wodonga. We ignore the signs for the 'Holiday World' tourist park and take a little track off towards the lake, parking up about a meter from the waters edge just before the sun disappeared over the hazy purple horizon. Sooooo good to be out of Melbourne!

The next morning we hit the road early before any yacht club members have the opportunity to tell us to piss off. After a good couple of hours we stop for coffee in a random little town called Holbrook, not fully aware of just how random.. Turns out this twee town that time forgot, little more than a small farming community surviving in-part from the highway which runs through it has a SUBMARINE.. from Scotland, and the town itself is named after its captain. I know! 'What the **** is a 100m WW2 submarine doing in a small farming community 400k from the nearest seaport?! Well as it transpires - during the second world war the towns people had decided to rename the town as they felt it was somewhat inappropriate. I didn't quite understand why personally, GERMANTON seems like a perfectly sound name. So Holbrook it was to be, which then led Commander Holbrook and his wife to the town who then went on to donate the money to bring the sub itself, why not!