Tyre fixes and off we go. Not quite. The problem was actually a microscopic hole in the wheel. A tube was called for to effect the repair.
We then drove to the town of Peterborough,called Petersburg pre WW1, through very dry country. This is just the beginning of summer, last time we were here it was dry as a camel bone.

Today, Wednesday, was spent in the sweet town of Peterborough, which until just 40 years ago was the railway crossroads of Australia. There is a good shot of the 3 gauges of railway which came through here. A case of an English railway man, a Scots railway man and an Irish railway man, unfortunately they all got the go ahead. It was never thought that the railways from the disparate colonies would ever connect.











But now we are planning to go south through the Clare valley to Gawler before hitting our first capital city, Adelaide. It shows how remote Perth is, our nearest capital is in fact, Jakarta. Adelaide is where an incredible voice is on ABC radio, reading the news with the ability to read through full stops and not emphasis any part of the report. This is coupled with an unfortunate voice, a dull monotone so like "Marvin the Paranoid Android", depressing really but scary.

But it still beats working!