All good things come to an end and this short break was no exception, we were up early packing and preparing to leave. The efficacy of the tour manager in these situations is second to none, we were packed the apartment cleaned , breakfasted and the car packed ready to leave by nine thirty, with a deadline of ten, giving us thirty minutes to spare. Most of the time in these moments of packing and preparation I find it best for me to do menial tasks like washing up and packing the car, in this way lies true peace and happiness.
We headed into Yarrawonga to get some fuel for the car and then headed for Corowa around the lake marvelling at the half submerged trees which appear ghost like rising out of the water retaining the grey colour that gum trees have.
Corona was another pioneer town on the Murray and we stopped on the banks to take several photographs of the Murray in a different location.
The drive back to Bright was wonderful a slow peregrination across countryside redolent of English parkland though small somewhat sleepy towns, which could have hosted a nineteen fifties black and white cowboy movie at the drop of a hat.
In the afternoon we went into Bright to look at the gathering hot rods. I readily admit I am not a petrol head but there is some beauty in these ancient vehicles who get together for the "Iconic Bright Hot Rod Run". The idea appears to be that these cars accumulate in a particular town and then either cruise around continually or stop with their bonnet up so that passers by may marvel at the work that has clearly been done under the bonnet. It appeared to me that all the engine compartments I looked in were spectacularly clean. However, I can only maintain my interest in such things for a relatively short period of time. By the end of the afternoon there must have been three or four hundred cars in the town centre and around.
In the evening we went for a Thai meal and had a good time watching the cars circling like vultures.
Our last day in Bright made special by a group who like nothing better than to tinker with old cars, tinker is definitely the wrong word as these cars are taken apart and rebuilt with love and enthusiasm.