
Back again.
Departure weather was pretty average. Sporadic cold rain (cold by our standards

) and we kept being held up by either roadworks or specialist hauling teams. The tow vehicle turned out to have economy of approx 11½MPG (Imp). Believe me, over a long trip that really hurt!
During the second day of travel, weather had dried up. We got to see many small country towns, simply by virtue of stopping for petrol in them all!

In the farming area where we loaded up our outbound car, there were emus in the paddocks:
I included the image above as it's a typical rural church in a small town that's had a prosperous spell. Many are now deconsecrated as populations fade away, and often end up in private hands but unused.
A town that barely breathes today - Nangus - located on one of my favourite roads for a good "fang" in a quick car. This old general store has been crumbling since I first saw it, and now looks about to disappear forever.
Looking across the front yard of my host's property, up to the Tasmanian mountains. The air was pretty cold that day!
Here, we had the ID running, and drove it onto the trailer. Before departing on the return leg it was stored at a mate's place. If you know what "needle nardle noo" signifies, these people are immediate relatives, and a riot to keep company with.
There were some used-up donor cars to scrap, and as we had trailer problems (busted spring leaf) there became a need to stop every while and check the mounts - here, it was a small town in Tasmania called Ross. Eventually, a replacement spring was bought in Melbourne.
Travelling by ferry to or from Tasmania, you can go either on a day sailing or overnight. We took the latter, as it meant full days of productivity either side. A further budget saving is the choice of seats over a cabin. You get used to it. Sailing time is about thirteen hours from boarding to entering the city streets at the other end. As can be seen above, weather on our return to Melbourne was less than welcoming at 0630H... Fortunately it dried and warmed as we headed north.
Nothing especially unique about the silos above. In the "South west slopes" of lower NSW, there are any number of towns with a Royal Hotel, a set of grain silos and the rail line passing through. I love the colour of their dirt, the dry air and dependable weather.
Here, the car's been put to bed. There's room to walk either side, but look at the front/rear clearance! It's paper thickness.
The above is a pretty good example of more mundane Oz travel - endless miles of semi-freeway conditions at 110 (70MPH) with a dry-ish lightly wooded rural landscape far as the eye can see.
I'm happy enough with the car; it needs front blinkers and rear light lenses but most other bits are there, and the interior especially is quite good. Don't intend to do much in the shorter term, either, besides bleeding/flushing its hydraulics and cleaning to death. At least the storage is dry and secure.
Cheers, Adam. (Now back onto the blown headgasket of the 405 mi16!)