Our last day at White Cliffs began slowly. Beryl was keen to see the metal art display by Doug Torpey a local artist, so we walked down to his home where his garden was filled with his metalwork displays as well as many old metal mining relics.
His latest set of artworks was called “Little Iron Men” – sculptures of little people made with railway nails – and there were hundreds of different little men in all different scenarios – really well done. We were disappointed that none were for sale as they would have made great garden ornaments and a good souvenir from White Cliffs…

We did a walk through the town – only really one main street – the old post office had been beautifully renovated by a private owner and was without a doubt the best garden and home in town….

At the local health service which was really just an ambulance station and clinic there was in interesting sculpture of metal ants walking up the large rock out the front.

Klaus had not come on the walk with us, and we arrived back to the caravan park…and a batch of Portuguese Tarts that Klaus had cooked – absolutely delicious for morning tea with a coffee! Trev was in his element as Portuguese Tarts are one of his favourites… We had waited the whole trip for Klaus to bake some – and he finally came up with the goods on their last day!

After morning tea, we all went to the opal fields (bar Beryl) to do some noodling. Dave and Rose did a quick noodle then returned to the caravan to relax.

Trev, Klaus and I spent a few hours noodling, coming up with some small pieces of opal keeping us interested – it can be addictive fossicking among the mullock heaps!! We had to be careful to watch where we walked as there were shafts everywhere and we did not want anyone suddenly disappearing!!!

Meanwhile back at camp a “watergate” scandal was unfolding…. Seems Dave was trying to fill his water tanks and had left the hose running…Beryl came out to notice the water gushing out from the inlets causing a flood out the front of the Weiss van and Dave nowhere in sight….she yelled out to him and finally raised his awareness…. It then seemed that the tanks weren’t full – Beryl explained to Dave that maybe he should slow the flow of the water from the hose into the tanks which would allow air to escape and prevent water spilling out and not properly filling the tanks… which apparently had been advised to Dave before – but as he said he had not really taken it on board until Beryl had used her cranky voice!!
After noodling we came back for a late lunch then relaxed for a while…..

until Klaus and Trev wanted to go for one final noodle – which we did, finding a little bit more opal….
As it was our final night with Beryl and Klaus we went for dinner at the pub – they had received deliveries and so now had a full menu – the meals were huge and really delicious – amazing, tasty steaks!!

Sunset viewed from the pub outdoor eating area………………and Beryl did not realise she was sitting next to Rod Stewart of all people….