Slept well, muggy though and overcast. It’s only 7.30 am, hope we get some rain. We all packed up after breaky and headed for Bingara, Sandy was ready earlier than us so we just met up with her at Bingara. Got a few supplies and had lunch in the Roxy Cafe, it was the old Roxy Theatre, they have restored it to it’s original condition. Arrived at Bonshaw Weir at 3.30 pm, was sad to see the toilet block has gone, I was told that they had big floods last year. Got set up and while Don was putting the annex up I was steadying one of the poles and the side pool dropped and hit me across the wrist, wow, it was instant golf ball size and very sore, so iced it every 20 min intervals. Was a bit sore during the night so wasn’t the greatest of sleeps. lovely and cool and windy, such a nice change. We are camping with some stock-man and there cattle while they feed along the long paddocks. They have no feed back at their farm, they have traveled from Goondawindi and heading for Ashford. Did some star trails, sky to dark.

 From our camp site the Dumaresq River, flowing beautifully.  Don setting up camp.  Looking across the Bonshaw Weir.  Looking up the river from the banks of the weir.  This is what I sat and had my cuppa looking at, pre dawn, how awesome.  This is the camping area, lovely and big, no facilities left now.  Bonshaw Weir, lovely standing under the weir and cooling off. Looking back up to camp from the Weir.  Another view, very big area. You can actually see where and what the floods have moved and changed it all.  The bridge down from the weir, the chaps caught a Murray Cod off this bridge, big one to.  Looking across from the other side of river.