Quack, what a great quack, weekend, we weren’t quack, quack, or flooded, but we did share part of the camp area with some feathered friends.
The first of our group arrived early on Thursday, with others arriving on Friday. By this time we had 7 vehicles parked up on the lovely, grassed area around the sports oval, enjoying each other’s company, and sitting out in the sun, between showers.
For some of the ladies, it was cards, surprise, surprise, whilst the men solved the world’s problem, as usual.
The new café was discovered by Ron, and it did not take long for most of us to have a well-cooked, delicious serving of fish, scallops and chips, what a little gem. We were also entertained by a couple of locals, gave us a rundown on the history and local attractions.
One couple, no names, no pack drill, discovered that the Pub With No Beer also had no food on Thursday night, but Tim managed to gain Brownie points by taking Lorraine for Dinner on her Birthday.
The little shelter area was used for Happy hours, and the general meeting and the woodsmen managed to scrounge enough timber for a fire to warm the, what was it Marjorie?, that’s right, the (w)hole of the body!!!
The next surprise came when informed that the booked Saturday night meal at the pub, did not have a cook, but we could have Pizzas, and weren’t they great? The Pub itself is a treasure trove of Australiana, and of course, Slim Dusty features, with many tributes to him and his talented wife.
We were also entertained by two locals on guitars and singing, so with a warming fire, good food, and good company, what more could you ask for, oh yes, that’s right, umbrellas.
Unfortunately, Ron and Carla had to leave early Carla with the dose of ???? and Ron was very happy, he claims, Carla had nearly lost her voice – nasty, nasty man.
Everyone else packed on Sunday morning, some leaving early, while others stayed for morning tea before leaving for home, after what had been an enjoyable, relaxing and quack, slightly damp weekend.