V - Arrived that evening at the oasis of Lauriston, near Condobolin, where Glynn and Trynnie live. Real beds, television, hot food – very 5 star! Though we had only camped for 2 days I knew I had to make the most of these comforts while I had the chance. The cherry on top for me was cable television with ALL the channels! Joy! For Darren it was the prospect of hunting and fossicking with another like minded provider.
Within 24 hours of arriving, Darren had killed a duck, a rabbit, 2 goats and caught 12 yabbies with Glynn. Good grief!
I had managed to catch up on tv and eat fabulous food while being entertained by the sunniest nearly-two-year-old I have ever met - Nell.
Happy, happy campers!
Went to a ram sale, which made me feel I was having the 'bush' experience. Bloody 'ell they go for a price, one sold for $5000! (and i thought handbags were expensive!). Darren blended in like a lizard in the dust. The only thing that gave him away was his work boots, which had enormous gaping holes in them, which were looked down upon by the gentleman farmers of Condo (rightly). Then a few drins in the local pub toasting Glynn's new pair of rams, with the publican. Nell played behind the bar - you gotta get them started early, after all.
Darren helped out Glynn for a couple of days with some fencing work, so we stayed rather longer than the couple of days, 5 nights in the end. Glynn was so grateful he presented Darren with a new pair of boots when we left - THANK YOU, GLYNN! AND filled us up with Diesel - too bloody generous. Trynnie didn't let me help in the kitchen at all, AND presented us with one of her banana and chocolate cakes when we left. This is the way to travel.
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Can you get that cartoon of truck onto blog ...?
ReplyDeleteDarren ... can you blog-report on where you watch the grand final please? Hopefully in a bush pub ... with your bloodied quiver strung across the shoulder and a dead goat thrown across the bar towel.
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