We’ve been away from home for nearly four weeks now and I have so much more to share. So far our trip has been wonderful. I’ll pick up where I left off at Goondiwindi……
Once again, the rough framework of our travel plans was altered. Plan A was to head north to The Gums and then west to Surat, knowing that the road to The Gums is rather ordinary.
Plan B, at Jenny and Bernie’s suggestion, was to head west towards St George until we reached the little village of Bungunya and then head north to the small town of Meandarra and camp there on our way. The roads would be far better to travel on. It turned out to be a great route and one we would never have considered.
Meandarra is a town I had often heard my Dad refer to, as he had worked as a stockman on stations in the area in the 1950s. It was interesting to visit.
There is a wonderful camp site beside the creek, with the cost being a one off payment of $10 for a powered site for up to 3 days. Very reasonable.
The creek is really pretty.
We went for walk up the street, which was very quiet, being a Saturday afternoon. This sculpture made us chuckle. It was entitled “Me and Darra”, a clever pay on the town’s name.
There is an ANZAC Memorial Museum, which by all accounts is well worth the visit, but sadly, being the weekend, was closed. That means just one thing…..we’ll have to come back on another trip north…….such a hardship.
The old railway bridge is just beside the camp ground.
The old railway station has been relocated into the park beside the camping ground.
There is a paved walkway that runs for quite a distance beside the creek and we had a nice wander.
I had to take this photo for Betty. We love seeing water lilies when we travel north.
There was a nice, simple Catholic Church, which still holds services once a month.
It had some pretty leadlight windows.
When it came to tea time, we decided to go and support the local pub. I don’t know why, but I didn’t take a photo of the pub on our walk around town. It is a nice building and it turns out that has recently changed hands, with the former publican now sitting on the other side of the bar. Well, when we turned up, at about six o’clock, there were a few people there but not too many. We had a drink and ordered our meals. By seven o’clock the pub was heaving. It was obviously the place to be on a Saturday night. So good to see it doing well.
It was dark when walking back to our van, but there is a path that is illuminated by solar lights all the way back to the camp ground. Very much appreciated.
We thoroughly enjoyed our brief visit to Meandarra and can see why some people were spending their three nights camped by the creek. Such a peaceful spot and the council has to be congratulated on the way the town, and particularly the touristy area, is presented. You couldn’t find nicer.


































