Image: Letting off steam

So that's what the expression means. This pic was taken in Dalby, a place that looked so familiar that it distressed me. Have I been to Dalby sometime in my life and just forgotten? Is that even possible.

I think I'm settling in to the journey, now. Spent the day reading, gossiping, taking pictures of Luka. We're in Chinchilla now and have another library gig in about an hour. Last night's in Toowoomba was great, so full and such enthusiastic audience. I would have liked to stay but the tired 7yo hit the wall and needed sleep.

The rhythm of the train seems to keep everybody calm (even the 7yo). There were tense moments with a group of Kiwi train enthusiasts when we first got on this morning (over seating in the first class car, which we all rightly thought was ours); but half an hour out of the station and it was all just goodwill and smiles and "look at that". It's like a goodwill train actually. Everywhere we go people wave and call out, and it's a lovely sense of local community.

The countryside is big and flat and grey-green so far. Looking forward to seeing some other colours tomorrow.