Sapphires and steel

Pleased to say it isn't as hot today. We had a look at a local sapphire jewellery shop this morning as this is sapphire country but the stones really didn't compare to my pendant, much darker and denser. Bryan got a petrol head fix at the Inverell car museum which was surprisingly good for a fairly small place. They also had small displays of girly things, like a doll display and old sewing machines (complete with a shy resident lizard). I was quite intrigued by the wonderful facial expressions on some of the old dolls and they even had two aboriginal dolls. The museum pamphlet showed a TR3 on the cover but sadly there were no real mccoys. BUT we saw a green TR3 on the road today.
We stopped briefly at Glen Innes for a bite of lunch and a kookaburra very obligingly posed for us.
We are now in Tenterfield, our last stop before Kyogle, and have found a marvellous motel. The owner has just brought us in a tray with a freshly made pot of tea and bisuits, obviously picking our Englishness. What a sapphire she is!
A mix of photos, most self explanatory but a wee bit about the white mini. It is a 1969 model and automatic, so quite rare. The lady who bought it drove it to town once a fortnight, dropping it off at the garage for a petrol fill up and water and oil check while she did her shopping - which she continued to do until she died. She left the car to a good friend who lovingly stored it in a shed for many years before giving it to the museum. Total miles driven are less than 8000 and the paintwork barely has a chip.
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