Day 49, Corowa. I am having a morning coffee, the bloke just opposite me is busking and he tells me that I have to 'kiss an angel good morning'. Easy for him to sing but where am I going to find an angel at this time of the morning in downtown Corowa? There are two types of angels. Firstly there are your biblical ones; which are believed to act as an attendant, agent, or messenger of God, these I am pretty sure don't really exist. Secondly there are persons of exemplary conduct or virtue, you know as in 'she was a little angel'. My experience with this sort is that they tend to be 51% angel and 49% bitch and are easily tipped towards the bitch side; these types of angels should be avoided. Maybe Charlie Pride didn't have a problem finding angels, but me I am giving it a miss.

Now he is going on about 'seven Spanish angels, at the altar of the sun' is it going to be angels all morning? He gets through a few more country and western classics, (yes like the Blues Brothers he can do both) he is very good. I wouldn't normally spend Friday morning listening to a busker, some of the clues in this morning's crossword are proving a little tricky so I will stay a little longer searching for inspiration. As I left, I threw some bread in his jar and moved on.

Corowa is very famous, especially if you are a Swannies supporter. It is the birthplace of John Longmire and even more excitingly his dad 'Fred' is the local mayor, is there nothing that this family cannot turn its hand to?

This post was going to be headed 'Wrong way, Go Back'. The weather in southern Victoria is currently too cold for me, so I am changing direction and moving north to tour the mid west of NSW. Goodbye until next time.