Graeme Sedgwick headed off to re-acquaint himself with the cross-over border country immediately north of the Murray River.
As I was lounging out of the rain on the forecourt of a petrol station – which, frankly, I wasn’t at all that excited about leaving – a bloke approached and struck up a conversation. He asked where I’d come from and where I was headed.
It was a good question. My response: “Victoria’s west coast,” had him reply, “Mate! You wanna head to the river country. The pubs are great!” To which I queried, “Where, precisely?”“Errr…north-westish of Echuca,” offered my new-found advisor.