Not named after the Manchester suburb, rather a General Sale who made a name for himself in an Afganistan War. Or it might have been his wife. Rory Stewart has written about her, so that increases the chances she’s the one.
Today was straight forward navigation. Turn left onto the rail track, continue straight for 70km. At rail end turn left onto highway. Continue in a dead straight line for another 70km.
The railway line was punctuated by former stations, such as Welshpool. Either side was vast acres of pasteural land with cows happily making their way to be milked.
You enter the Sale area by way of a swing bridge and then a heritage water park. The former is the last swing bridge in the world which can rotate 360 degrees. The latter was created in 1964 by dredging – we’re near the sea and lakes. It’s boardwalks take you between areas full of grazing birds of all disguises.
Before being called Sale it was known as Flooding Creek, which is a clue to what happens. Wide streets dotted with everything the 15000 residents might want – but can’t get today! Today nothing was for sale as it’s a public holiday for the Melbourne Cup.
Tomorrow a short skip to another large 18000 population town – Bairnsdale. Butting is being pinned up as I type…..
Travelling reflections 