No vacancy. No vacancy. No vacancy. All 3 Mudgee Caravan sites are fully booked. ‘Head to the Mudgee Showground’ says a helpful camper. Well there is another lesson learned. Wrongly assumed with three sites in town there would be a space available. The wind is blowing so strongly that all the other campers at the Showground remain inside their vans. This won’t be a social evening either. Once the van is unhooked, leveled and ready for the night, a trip around Mudgee ensues.
Tomorrow should bring winery visits with tasting and a golf game if the wind drops.
Lowe Organic Winery deserves a check out but lunch is calling so after a quick visit off to Kelly’s Irish Pub for some tasty pub fare. Not before stopping to photograph the remains of Henry Lawson’s home. His childhood was spent here at Pipeclay where his mother ran a post office while his father worked as a building contractor around Mudgee. Henry Lawson, legendary short story writer and balladist, received only three years of schooling. Born on 17 June 1867 at Grenfell, New South Wales and died at age 55. His state funeral was held on 4 September 1922.
My maiden name was Ruth Lawson. During my younger school years I would tell those who would listen that I was a descendent of Henry Lawson until we learned that Blaxland, Lawson and Wentworth crossed the Blue Mountains in 1813. I quickly decided I would prefer to be a descendent of an explorer than of a poet. My story changed as I told those who would listen that I was a descendent of Mr. Lawson who crossed the Blue Mountains. In far North Queensland in the late 1950’s there was little opportunity to prove me wrong.
What will tomorrow bring?