S.E.X. on the road

I've travelled a bit in the last couple of weeks.

ANZAC Day + saw Mum and I on the road to Leeton to visit her mother. In a highly derivative mood, I took photos of my travelling sock, cast on at SnB the night before we left.

Here it is having breakfast at Rotten Ronnies outside Yass.

We missed all the ANZAC commemorations but stopped at the War Memorial loos (I kid you not) at Springdale.

I was touched by the care taken of this little memorial in the midst of the drought.

Leeton was reached just after 1.30 and we were starving. Not wanting to risk the local Soldier's Club on ANZAC Day, we found an open takeaway. The wouldn't do a salad sandwich but happily provided, at discount, a hamburger with the lot on bread, not toasted, without the burger. I'm such a city girl!

We spent a few hours with Nanna that afternoon and retired to our motel for much needed cuppa by the pool.

The sock seemed to enjoy it after the Alzheimers conversation it endured at the nursing home. You haven't lived until you've walked behind your mother and your grandmother, both on walkers, down the corridor of a nursing home. I have seen the future - it isn't pretty.

The sock also enjoyed a couple of glasses of local white wine and a very fine fish and salad for dinner cooked by my second cousin at the local pub.

The next morning the sock was up bright and early. We collected Nanna and after a series of enquiries and false starts, the great granddaughter of Nanna's neighbour at Stanbridge when Mum was growing up, found us a place that would give Nan a hair cut immediately.

A hair cut and a turned heel later, Mum and Nan had a race to the shop next door - St V de P. Mum won.

No wool or needles in this shop. I suspect the CWA have the op-shops in this (and other) country towns, sewn up, so to speak. A letter to the ACCC may need to be written.

The sock accompanied us on a drive around town and helped Nan eat a sausage roll and Mum, an iced bun in a new little shopping centre that had level access, wide self-opening doors, adequate disabled parking, disabled loos and a coffee shop. It was very nearly my favourite place of the day.

This was my favourite place of the day. The Leeton Salvo Shop. The sock liked it, too, although it preferred to stay in its bag for the photo.

Here we picked up some cr*chet cotton for a friend of Mum's, a couple of jumpers to unravel for wool and a MaggieT jumper for me to wear. It was not our favourite place for these reasons, however.

It was my favourite because it has a cafe inside the op-shop. I wanted to move in!

Alas I could not, so we returned Nan to the nursing home where both Mum and Nanna looked happy and just a little relieved.

Leaving Leeton we made our way to Wagga Wagga - which is a whole nuther post.