Been everywhere? Not quite, but I'm working on it.
But I've been to Barcaldine - well in fact I'm still here - and, in pursuance of the blogcredo about a decent espresso being the signifier of civilisation, I can now report that you can get a perfectly acceptable flat white here. Along with a nice big piece of well buttered toast. A perfect breakfast in other words, which I had this morning and hope to have again tomorrow.
Cool mornings, brillant days, cool evenings (well at this time of year anyway). A radiant night sky all full of stars.
Does life get any better than this?
Answers on a piece of box wood suitable for making a didgeridoo, c/- middle of the road, Barcaldine.
They don't have the Tree of Knowledge any more, but you can see where it used to be.