This Adventurous Age

Adventures travelling and working around Australia.

Leave a comment

2013 Travels September 2


Today was to be “my” day, after John’s of bowls yesterday.

We had decided our next stop would be somewhere around Yeppoon, an area that was new to us. John was still mumbling and grumbling about TV and internet. With football finals happening, he was going to be very TV focussed. I finally got fed up with the criticism and told him to organise the next place we would stay at, and see if he could do better. He rang a park that looked good in the literature, and very gruffly interrogated them about their internet and TV. He didn’t query whether they took dogs, or had a site the Bus would fit onto – those were my priorities, not his! I wasn’t surprised when the park person basically told him to get lost!

He then phoned a park at Kinka Beach, and adopted a more pleasant tone with them. He was told he’d have to use a cable to connect TV there, too, but that the reception would be good. So he booked for six nights – all they could fit him in for, and on an en-suite site.  He was happy because that would get him through the weekend, with its football – and maybe some bowls! After prompting, he did check that they took dogs. After hanging up he told me the site would cost $58 a night! We had never, ever, paid that much for a site! I was just glad it was him that made the arrangements. If I’d booked somewhere at that price, I’d never have heard the end of it.

I wanted to do some exploring today.

We parked the Terios behind the Airlie shops, then went walking in the very attractive parkland between the shops and the beach. It was not easy, though, to work out where we were allowed to walk, with the dog along. The signage was confusing, yet again. What is it with this place? A path where it was permitted to walk with dog, would suddenly turn into a no-dog zone, with no alternate paths and no choice but to do an about turn and go back they way we’d come.

Foreshore at Airlie Beach

I’m sure we transgressed the rules a couple of times, without meaning to, but we managed to walk a couple of kms.

Missing the beach?

It seemed the beach area had changed since we were last here, and now was more rock and pebble areas than decent sandy beaches.

The harbour had certainly changed with the creation of marinas. In the cruise season, now, lots of cruise ships anchor off Airlie and visitors are brought in by small boat. Thus the shops have become even more geared to feeding visitors and extracting much in the way of souvenir dollars. Now, all the “proper” shops are out at Cannonvale, it seemed. We were not interested in the predictable tourist tat, though John did buy himself an ice cream.

Back to Bus for lunch, then drove the other way, out to Shute Harbour, site of another marina and base for all the tour boats that ply the Whitsunday waters in these parts. Again, this area had changed, with more houses having sprouted on the hillsides.

Houses on the hills at Shute Harbour

The scenery out at Shute Harbour was to die for. Azure sea, lush greenery, islands and bays all over.

Views to envy…

We cruised around the very hilly little streets of Shute Harbour, envying some of the perched hillside houses their views.

From a lookout, watched the activity in the harbour, for a little while.

Shute Harbour
The magic of the Whitsundays…

Back through Airlie Beach to the supermarket at Cannonvale, for a bit of a food stock up, and so to the Bus. Tea was salads and sliced cold deli meats.

It had been interesting, and pleasant enough, to return to Airlie Beach, but we agreed we wouldn’t come back here again. Absolutely beautiful coast, but just too developed in an unattractive way, for us.

Leave a comment

2013 Travels September 1


Today was the first day of spring. Somehow, that fact did not seem so noteworthy up in these parts, where the sun was shining and the weather hot.

It was also Fathers Day. John received an email and text from one of his offspring and one of mine. Nothing from the other two.

When I got up, about 7.30am, the Britz vehicle had gone from near us. From the two little piles of used toilet paper that had been left on the grass by where it had been, I deduced that they had not been legal campers. I did not inspect more closely! The amenities block had coded entry access, so they obviously had not been able to get in there.

In the three days we were at this park, I did not once see any park staff check to see if we had a sticker. Not much point in issuing them, it seemed to me. It also seemed that the word was being passed around some of the backpacker fraternity, that they could sneak into this place at night.

John went off quite early to play bowls and came home with $15 for winning the day, so he was happy. As a Fathers Day event, lunch had been provided, so I planned on only having soup and biscuits for tea.

I sat round, read, took Couey on several short walks, did some stuff on the computer.

Our site was compact, but private

There were definitely sandflies around. Rid was needed. I still had a scabbed sore on the front of one ankle, from a bite of some kind at Forrest Beach. It kept being itchy and was not healing much. I didn’t need any more of those.

John’s happy mood only lasted until he had to fiddle about with the TV again. There are too many hills around Airlie Beach for normal aerials to work, it seems, hence the need to hook into the park’s system. It was not an easy exercise in Bus. The TV set lives at the back, where the only opening windows had fixed mesh screens. as did the opening roof hatches. Hence the need for the cable to feed in through one of the front side windows, and be run down the length of Bus, trying to keep it to where dog and I won’t get tangled up in it. Or where it wouldn’t fall down from where John had precariously hooked it up, into the dinner cooking on the stove! It needed to be a very long cable, too. Even with it, the picture wasn’t great, and choice of channels very limited.

A pleasant sitting area. TV box on wall, with cable hooking over to Bus

We might need to investigate whether we can get a plug in point for such systems, fitted on the outside of Bus, before the next trip?

1 Comment

2013 Travels August 31


Pulled out of the Black River Stadium camp just before 9am.

Both the GPS and I managed to miss the turn off onto the Townsville Ring Road, so we had to find a place on the highway to do a U-ey, in Saturday morning traffic. Driver was not happy. I reckoned the signage, coming from the north, had not been clear – that was my excuse, anyway. For the GPS there was no excuse!

We refuelled at the very convenient Woolworths servo at the big roundabout. $1.529 cpl. Found the way out again, first try, this time.

It was a hot day, making travel uncomfortable.

There were roadworks at regular intervals south of Townsville, and we spent a lot of time waiting in traffic queues. Seemed we hardly got up to speed after each stop, before we were pulled up again.

Will Bruce Highway roadworks ever be finished?

Unfortunately, these hold-ups started virtually on the Townsville outskirts, coinciding with the Driver’s urgent needs for “comfort” stops, every ten minutes or so, for the first hour or thereabouts of travel. The usual pull ups beside the road so he could exit Bus were not possible in the lines of traffic. So, while we were stopped, and the matter was becoming urgent, I went back to the kitchen area  and found an empty plastic jar – with lid! Served the purpose…. Being higher than the surrounding traffic had more than one benefit…

The section between Townsville and Ayr was definitely the worst for roadworks that we had encountered on the Bruce.

Passed the NAP mango packing shed at Giru, where we’d worked for six weeks, back in 2002, me packing mangoes and John on the sorting tables. We used to drive out every day from the caravan park in Ayr, so that section of road was familiar.

Crossed the Burdekin River on the dramatic steel girdered bridge. Looking at the small stream below, it was hard to credit that this bridge has at times been inundated by the river.

Unusual bridge structure across the Burdekin River
On the Burdekin bridge

The Inkerman Sugar Mill was just south of the river. I looked at sugar mills differently since our sojourns at Forrest Beach. Inkerman was dull, compared to the Victoria Mill complex.

Stopped at the Guthalungra Rest Area for a leg stretch and a little walk around for Couey. This was a pleasant, well set up U shaped road beside the highway, with toilets. There were several rigs there that looked as if they were already set up for the coming night – and it wasn’t even lunch time. I reckon it might have become pretty crowded later.

Now that he was feeling a bit better, John had, this morning, agreed that we could continue along the coast, and slow down a bit, rather than take the faster inland way home from Townsville. I suggested that we stay at Airlie Beach, which we hadn’t visited since 1998, and which we’d really liked then. I was able to phone and book into the park we’d stayed at then.

We turned off the highway before Proserpine, and took a pleasant short cut, on back roads, through to the Airlie Beach road.

The back way to Airlie Beach

We couldn’t believe how much the town and surrounding area had changed in the intervening years. In 1998, Airlie Beach was a busy little backpackers’ mecca, but still more village than anything else. Now sprawling suburbia had spread back out through Cannonvale and towards Proserpine. In Cannonvale, we passed a shopping complex and a Bunnings – always an ominous sign of development, as was the multi-lane road.

There used to be a spot on the road into Airlie Beach where one crested a rise and the superb vista of the sea and islands suddenly appeared – it was a real “wow” spot. That had gone now, with changed roads and harbour redevelopment – a pity.

Airlie Beach itself was now dominated by multi-storied buildings that spread up the once-wooded hillsides. The backpackers were still evident, and tourists, just lots and lots more of them.

Roadworks were happening, to change the centre of the town and, combined with re-routing due to a fun run, the jumble of signs and barriers was really confusing. There was traffic going every which way. We missed the detour we should have taken, and finished up driving along a very narrow road through the shops area and, I suspected from the strange looks we received, going the wrong way along a one-way stretch.

Our chosen park – the Airlie Cove Tourist Park – was through the town centre, on the road to Shute Harbour. The park was now more developed and up-market, but still with lots of lovely lush, green gardens and trees. We were allocated a very private, pleasant en-suite site, towards the back of the park, for $46.80  a night, after Big 4 discount. Tourism had definitely moved Airlie Beach prices into the big league!

We were given a sticker to put on the rig, to show we “belonged”. The receptionist said they had problems with backpackers sneaking in and staying without paying. I wondered why they hadn’t just installed some sort of boom gate like some other parks have.

I’d committed the cardinal sin – yet again – when phoning ahead to book, of neglecting to ask whether there was good TV reception and internet. In the dog house again… kind of literally! John was offered a cable to connect us to a TV signal. When we were set up, the cable had to come inside through one of the front windows – along with assorted insects, mostly of the biting variety.

After setting up, took the car and did a brief food shop, because the driver had decided he wanted home made hamburgers for tea. He also checked out the bowls club and arranged to play tomorrow.

Just after dark, I took Couey for a walk along the internal road inside the park perimeter – on her lead, of course. I noticed a Britz hire van parked a little way along the road opposite us, where there were some grassed unpowered sites. As we came back, there was a couple using the nearby camp kitchen – sounded like it was German they were speaking. I assumed they were from the unpowered site and thought no more about it.

Leave a comment

2013 Travels August 30


We were up early, as it was moving on day. However, a major change of plans ensued.

John had worried, through the night, about the way his lungs felt, and by morning was feeling really insecure about going further north. He wanted to point towards home, and cover some distance, just in case there really was something amiss. It was probably one of the occasional anxiety attacks he’d always been prone to, but with the health issues of the past three years he needed to be humoured.

I phoned the caravan park in Cairns to cancel our booking. They were very understanding.

This meant we would also miss staying at Paronella Park, where I’d intended we would stay, on our eventual way south again. Another place we had never visited. Drat.

The drive southwards was uneventful – unless one counts the seemingly permanent roadworks on the Bruce Highway. The day was hot. I wondered if it was possible to have air-con retro fitted to a slightly elderly Coaster, for when we were driving in the heat? Must investigate that.

Going south again

John decided he’d feel happier if we reached Townsville today, which we did in good time.

There were not many options for travellers with dogs around Townsville, so I thought we’d try the Black River Stadium, to the north of the city. I had read favourable reports of it as a stopping place. We obtained a powered site in their pet section, for which we paid $25.

 The place’s origins as a horse/rodeo grounds establishment were evidenced by the buildings and yards about the site, but it seemed to no longer be used for horse sports. The amenities were in Atco structures, but were clean and tidy. There was a very large and comfortable camp kitchen and sitting area.

Black Water Stadium

I liked the large, fenced, dog run – great idea.

The caretakers and other guests were really friendly. Some were there for dog trials in Townsville over the weekend. We went across to a happy hour get-together – a pleasant gathering. Assorted dogs came too, and there was much “doggy” talk. It was not far from our bus, near the caretakers’ rig, so we left Couey tethered to the bus. She could still see us so was content to lie under the shade of the awning and watch.

I cooked John fish and fries for tea. I had a few fries, and an egg. I was not feeling very hungry – not sure whether that was due to travel in the heat, or yesterday’s dodgy quiche!

Now that we’d started moving southwards, and perhaps because we were now near a major regional city, John thought he was not feeling any worse, and might even be feeling somewhat better.

1 Comment

2013 Travels August 29


I was up at 7am and in the laundry when it opened at 7.30. Washed two loads. There was some cloud about, but I convinced myself that it was more likely to stay fine than rain.

We drove into Innisfail, then took a back road past/through the Eubenangee Swamp National Park. This was a small park, seemingly around where a small creek crossed the road, The surrounding area was a mix of farmland and scrub. We have found, before, that sometimes in Qld, it is hard to discern why an area was declared a National Park. There seems to be a lot of these small, unpublicized reserves around the State.

Turned off on the road to Bramston Beach. We’d known people who had camped there, several years ago. I was rather expecting something like the unwelcoming Etty Bay, but this was a bigger village than I’d thought.

As we neared the end of the road, at the beach, what looked at first to be well patronized free camp area turned out to be an unpowered Council campground. Its location, right beside the beach, was brilliant, but the place itself looked quite grotty.

Turned along the road that ran parallel to the coast, with houses each side, and came eventually to the Plantation Caravan Park. That looked interesting. It was originally a coconut plantation, then a caravan park owned by show biz and TV personalities Bob and Dolly Dyer. Sadly, now, there was a sale board out the front seeking tenders for purchase and/or a resort development.We drove into the park a little way. The place looked very unloved, but there were a few vans there. The location, with beach frontage, was wonderful.

Bramston Beach

Found a walking track that led to the beach and went for a wander. Gave dog a run on the deserted beach.

Looking north, Bramston Beach

So Bramston Beach was a very attractive area; it was just a pity about the limited accommodation options.

Retraced our way in for some kms, then onto the Bruce Highway at the hamlet of Mirriwinni and north to Babinda, in order to visit the Babinda Boulders, which we hadn’t seen before.

The drive there was really scenic, looking towards Mt Bartle Frere  (Qld’s highest mountain) as we approached the base of the range. There was some cloud over the summit.

Towards Mt Bartle Frere

Babinda Boulders is an area where large granite boulders occur where the Babinda Creek flows through a gorge. The jumble of hug rocks has created large pools interspersed with fast flowing water. At this time of year, the pools were calm, but a number of drownings have occurred here, as they can be treacherous after rains. Right now, the swimming area in the creek looked very tempting.

Babinda Creek

The whole Boulders area was very attractive, with a Day Visitor area, and a separate National Park campground.

Babinda Boulders swimming area

We could not stay here long. I hadn’t realized the area was a National Park, and we had the dog in the car, where she had to stay – with it parked in a shady spot – while we quickly explored.

We managed the 750 metre walk to the Gorge lookout. This was a paved track, but had some small areas of ups and downs. It was easy going for me, but John found it hard, which was a measure of how much his health and fitness and deteriorated in recent years.

The creek and the gorge were beautiful, so green and lush, plenty of contrasts.

I was so pleased to have finally seen this place.

On our way out, had a quick drive through the campground, where we spotted a couple of bush thick knees – curlews – trying to look invisible.

Bush thick knee

In our pre-dog, caravanning days, this was a campground that would have tempted us to stay.

In Babinda, visited a bakery to get some lunch. John bought a beef and pepper pie. As it was close to their closing time and the options for filled rolls – any rolls – were non-existent, I bought a vegetarian quiche.

A quick drive took us to the sports park, where we ate under shade there. My quiche was very runny in the middle, seemingly undercooked, which made me uneasy about finishing it.

Couey was rewarded for having been good and quiet in the car whilst we’d been walking, by having an extended ball fetch session at the park.

Then it was back to Bus, via the Bruce Highway, after a great day out.

My washing was dry, too, to make the day almost perfect.

John mentioned that, after the walk and the humidity at the Boulders, his lungs felt really “tight”. This was not a good sign.

I poached some chicken thighs to go with our pineapple salad, coleslaw  and Greek salad.

Leave a comment

2013 Travels August 28


Today was grey and cloudy to begin, with light showers.

I should have done the washing today, but thought it wouldn’t get dry. Anyway, John had decreed we should have a drive/sightsee day, and I enjoy that much more than washing.

We drove into Innisfail. During our sojourns of the past few weeks, the federal election date had been confirmed as September 7. It seemed wise to try to vote early, rather than leave it till the day and hope that wherever we were could handle interstate voters. I’d previously checked out early voting on the internet and found there was a centre in town. So we drove there – and found it was the wrong place. The AEC stuffs it up, yet again. We were redirected to the Court House. Right in the centre of town, limited parking. A really logical place to have a pre-poll centre for people who are from out of town – not!

Anyway, did our civic duty. The poll officials were pleasant and efficient. The Senate ballot paper was so huge, these days, with so many ridiculous individuals and small groups putting up candidates. This lunatic fringe really perverts the way the system should work. In my view, either the deposit required from candidates should be raised to a significant amount – say $25,000 – or the percentage of first preferences received in order for the deposit refund should be raised from the current 4% to something like 10%. That might deter the distraction element.

We were then aiming for Mourilyan Harbour, but my navigational abilities came to grief where there was a newish flyover highway section, and we reached Wongan before I realized we were on the Japoonvale road, heading inland. Had to back track, and eventually got to Mourilyan Harbour – a sheltered bay and large estuary, where the Moresby River reaches the sea.

Sheltered moorings in Mourilyan Harbour

The inlet was much larger than I’d been expecting, and very picturesque. It looked as though there would be good fishing in its waters.

Looking up the inlet that is the Moresby River

There was a ship in, loading sugar, but it was a much lower-key operation than I had expected. It did appear that there once was a narrow gauge railway going out there, but this was overgrown, so we guessed the sugar now came to the Harbour by road. The entrance to the harbor looked quite narrow. There didn’t seem to be much room for error for a ship coming in and having to turn around to dock at the  sugar loading facility.

Loading sugar

There was a large damaged catamaran yacht up on dry ground. It appeared to have been pushed side-on onto rocks – there were significant holes in the side. It did not look to have happened recently, so we speculated  it was maybe a cyclone casualty. There had been a couple of large cyclones cross the coast in these parts in recent years, most recently Cyclone Yasi in 2011.


It seemed surprising that the damaged boat had just been left there. I would have thought that there would be some onus on the owners, or their insurance company, to remove it whilst it was still in once piece? But our ignorance of matters nautical is total, so maybe it is accepted practice to just leave wrecks?

Next destination was the nearby Etty Bay, a place that travel friends had recommended to us, years ago, as being a great place to camp. The road in was hilly and it was a very pretty drive. But there was a sign by the road, on the way down to the settlement, saying No Dogs. So we turned around before even getting to the bottom of the hill and the beach. This was not a place that would receive our patronage, or recommendation, ever.

Back to Innisfail. John wanted a Subway lunch, so I went in to buy those for us. The serving girl was not at all tuned to me. She only had eyes – and, unfortunately, ears – for a friend who was chatting to her, and the good-looking young man behind me in the queue. She totally ignored the second part of my order, which was my sub. Absolutely rubbish service. So I went and bought myself a roll from the bakery over the road. Even that wasn’t nice. I was feeling hard done by, but John enjoyed his sub.

We bought some fruit and vegies at one of the stalls along the Esplanade.

Drove out to Coquette Point, on the southern side of the Johnstone River mouth. It was a pretty drive out there, but not the great views I’d hoped for, at the end of the road.

On the way back, through Innisfail, we got in some ball chasing for Couey, in a nice big park. Her exercise had been pretty limited over the past few days.

Tea was ham steaks, with pineapple and zucchini.

John pointed out that that he had no more clean undies. I really must wash tomorrow!

Leave a comment

2013 Travels August 27


Today was another routine, quiet sort of day. John was just resting his leg.

There were occasional showers through the day, and a pleasant, coolish breeze, so it was comfortable to sit outside. I did wonder if we’d wandered into a really early start to the Wet season, or if this was normal weather at this time of year, up here.

Flying Fish Point and Innisfail (Zoom)

I’d had several recent attempts to download library e-books onto my e-reader, with frustrating lack of success. John spent some time fiddling about on my laptop, and figured out how to do it. Seemed that some of the programs needed had been uninstalled – had to have been done by our “helpful” Telstra guy. I do like it when these technological hiccups turn out not to be something I am doing wrong! So, I now had abundant reading matter again.

John played his WOW game for several hours, sitting at the table, ignoring the fact that he was supposed to be keeping his leg up.

We did walk as far as the cafe/takeaway shop at the point, with the dog. Later, John drove up there for our tea: fish and chips for him, squid and chips for me. It was adequate – neither the best nor the worst we’d had in recent times.

Leave a comment

2013 Travels August 26


During the night, it rained – heavily at times – which made for a comfortable, cool night.

In the early hours, I tied up the curtains by my bed, in order to better smell and hear the rain through the open window. I had the advantage of sleeping on the awning side, so could open my sliding windows. The ones on John’s side were not able to be opened at all. I thought that might have something to do with the venting of the gas hot water service being on that side?

The morning was cloudy, but looked as if it would clear. Everything smelt fresh.

I got up before 8am. John slept much later. Couey opted to keep him company, all curled up on top of the covers on my bed – which experience had taught me to cover with an old sheet, as soon as I was out of the bed.

Morning in Bus

I had my breakfast, sewed, listened to my little portable radio, sitting out under the awning – a usual sort of morning.

John had been having some problems with the leg that had impaired circulation (due to blood clot residue from a few years ago). The skin gets very dry and cracks; one of these had turned into a sore that looked, this morning, to be infected. He said it had been really painful through the night. He asked at the office and they gave him details for a doctor in Innisfail. He phoned, and got an appointment for 4pm.

We sat around for the rest of the day as John did not feel like doing anything, due to the sore leg. He spent the time on his laptop. I sat outside and sewed, every so often taking Couey for a walk around the block.

John went off to the doctor and came back with antibiotics and a therma skin ankle support that would be an alternative to the pressure stocking he was supposed to wear, but didn’t. The ankle support would allow him to wear thongs but still help the leg circulation.

I made a potato salad for tea, and an Asian style pineapple one too. John had the remaining maryland,too.

Cloud had built up again in the afternoon, and there was heavy rain at tea time. I went out to drop one side of the awning a bit lower, to allow the rain to run off. A lot of water builds up really quickly on that sort of roof. John accused me of fussing too much as I went out, but went quiet when he heard the water pour off!

John played his computer game after tea. I started a letter to friend M.

Leave a comment

2013 Travels August 25


It was a comfortable day – not too hot, and with a cooling breeze under the awning.

Later in the afternoon, there was a heavy cloud build up and maybe some thunder in the distance – a bit hard to tell. It felt very “tropical” here – very green and lush.

Under the influence of this environment, John decided that he would definitely like to continue on to Cairns, after here. I would enjoy that, seeing how it had changed since 1998. It was not too steamy yet, in these parts, and I was enjoying the environment.

I phoned Lake Placid Caravan Park, in Cairns, and booked us in for 4-7 nights, exact length to be determined after we arrive. We had stayed there before and found it pleasant and well sited.

Before lunch, drove into Innisfail, through the several small villages strung out between Flying Fish Point and town. It was a very pretty drive, and only 7kms. I mostly needed to get mince for the dog, but got some “people” food too. Because this trip was being longer than originally planned, I was running low on dog’s dried Eukanuba food. It is not stocked in supermarkets, only pet shops, and did not seem to be available in Qld. So I was eking it out by replacing some with mince, which dog seemed quite happy with. The food I bought for us included a pack of three chicken marylands, and two pieces of good ham, which I would cut up to make ham steaks to cook.

South Johnstone River at Innisfail

After lunch back at Bus, I sat outside and sewed. John spent time on the laptop.

A passing lady stopped for a chat. She was a widow; every year she towed her 16 foot van up here, from her home in NSW, for the winter. She’d just had rotavirus for a week and said it had been going around the area. Of course, I immediately started to wonder if I was feeling totally well!

I roasted the chicken marylands, for tea. There turned out to be four of them in the 2kg pack I’d bought this morning. Roasted some vegetables (potatoes, pumpkin) to go with them – all in the electric frypan. Boiled some green beans too, and made gravy. I intended then to keep two of the cooked marylands for tomorrow night’s tea, but John was hungry and ate a second one. Oh well, tinned fish for me tomorrow.

After tea I read, John watched TV.

Leave a comment

2013 Travels August 24


Although it had been hot here, yesterday, the temperature through the night was very pleasant.

When we’d booked in here yesterday, I’d been able to order Saturday papers, so walked the short distance to Reception/shop/office and collected those for the day’s reading.

After John’s brunch, we put the front shade onto the awning, to keep the afternoon sun off out sitting area, and to give us a bit more privacy from passing traffic. There was a slot along the awning roller that the shade edging just slid into, and along. Easy.

Another view of our site

John went off to bowls in Innisfail, taking the Terios.

I walked Coeuy around some of the streets, on her lead. There was no beach here to speak of, just narrow areas of rocks and stones, probably erosion protection. So beach walking was not an option and others were limited, unfortunately. The attractive looking oval and grassed area behind the caravan park was part of the school, and no dogs were allowed, sadly.

I spent some time on the laptop, playing around with possible schedules for the rest of our trip up here and the travel home.

From about 2pm onwards, I could smell the pork for tonight’s dinner roasting at the nearby dining area – very tantalizing and I regretted not being able to partake.

John didn’t return until after 6pm – well after the pork diners had begun eating. He had not enjoyed his day. He couldn’t “get” the way the green ran, and so bowled poorly. He also clashed with a lady on the other team! However, he did buy a club shirt – short sleeved, which he usually doesn’t wear – in a cool fabric, purely because it had a great print of a cassowary on the back. Cost him $50, but worth it for the bird. He reckoned that should evoke some comments when he wore it back at home. Wonder if our home club could be persuaded to put a powerful owl print on their bowls shirts? (The powerful owl is a threatened species, and there are some found in our local home area.)

Our tea was pasta with a bottled sauce.

John watched football on TV, after tea. He got very cross with the performance of “his” team, Carlton, who lost. Don’t think he’d rate this as one of his better days, overall.