The mercury hits 42° it is searingly hot and even though the wind is blowing across the lake it feels as though we are having happy hour in front of a hair dryer. We’re in Rutherglen, Vic for a caravan club muster and trying to make the best of it when someone shouts “Why don’t we just go to the pub?” Of course! Why didn’t we think of that? In a flash we’re all up and off across the street to the coolest pub with icy cold beer and huge parmas. Oh heaven. And who says seniors can’t run?
Poachers Paradise might sound like a funny name for a pub but the air conditioning is chilly and the food excellent. The parma topped with prawns, cheese and garlic is a winner, so good in fact that we return to order it all over again a few nights later.