in Newstead we picked up Agy for the day.
on the outskirts of Maryborough a fox was eating form a plastic bag on the roadside, casual and fearless.
a very long freight train further slowed down our journey and we witnessed shipping containers, of three different kind, as they were one after the other slowly passing by.
between Avoca and Navarre there is a corner of the bush called Frenchmans, with nothing to be seen, but nature and a roadsign.
two games were played, one was won and the other lost.
we played car games on the way back.
arrived back home, watched some more footy on the telly.
