Reached the Flinders Ranges

Having loaded the bike I set off fromWagga to Rutherglen via a TomTom twisty route.  All went well and I rode my first short stretch of gravel with no dramas.  The suspension felt a little wallowy at times but I thought little of it until I stopped to refuel.  Put the bike on the sidestand, climbed off, turned around and crash.  The bike had fallen over - loaded bike, suspension on softest setting, sidestand too long!  A loaded Himalayan is not the lightest thing to lift - felt a slight tinge in the back but all is well in that respect.  Reached Rutherglen and had a very relaxed weekend visiting wineries and sampling gallons of giggle juice.
Monday’s task was to get the suspension sorted.  C spanner required but these days they are not included in the toolkit.  So, seek out nearest motorcycle engineer.  30 mile ride but closed - public holiday in Victoria!  So on to a place in New South Wales, thankfully only another 15 miles or so, and suspension firmed up with help of drift and hammer - insufficient space to use a C spanner.
Pleasant ride through chiefly arable farming land and then scrub, swampy in places, and camped in Moulamein, reputedly the oldest town in NSW, where the site fee was £6 and I dined on a £3.50 microwave meal.  The camp kitchen was an old caravan which had seen better days but it did Sport a microwave.  Went to the local pub for a beer, only one as it closed at 8pm!
Tuesday saw more scrubland, or perhaps I should call it bush, and red sand with a number of side roads blocked by the sand drifts.  I ended up riding a great road with lots of bends and no traffic overlooking the river valley and I ended up camping in a luxurious site in Walkerie having made another river crossing by ferry.  I was going to free camp alongside the river but I came across several shady characters doing the same and decided on the campsite.
Greased the chain and checked the tyres before heading off to the Flinders Ranges.  After crossing the Murray River again by ferry the landscape opened out to flat bush land with a very strong headwind which revealed the power shortcomings of the Himalayan, reducing speeds particularly on inclines.
The road approaching the Flinders was good and apart from spectacular views of red rock hills, I saw my first emu which went galloping off in a trail of dust at the sound of the bike.  Apart from the plentiful dead kangaroos alongside the roadside I have had to wait until reaching my current camping ground at Wilpena Pound before seeing live roos which wander around the site.
I will stay here for a couple of days.  I have done my laundry this morning (!) and this afternoon I am going on a tour to see aboriginal wall paintings.  Sadly, my crook knee is not up to the spectacular lengthy hikes for which this area is well known.