May 2018
We’ve just arrived at Warracknabeal in Victoria’s Wimmera for a caravan club muster and our dodgy bathroom drawer has done another backflip, this time emptying everything onto the floor. While Woody directs caravans into parking spots I’m on my knees picking his heart tablets out of the floor rug.
Then rain disrupts our happy hour and sends us scurrying off to the pub early. The big old Creekside Hotel with its blazing fireplaces is warm and welcoming on this chilly autumn evening and the meals are top notch. Sometimes it’s hard to guess which pub will provide the best offering in a country town but we got it right with this one.
Saved by the pub!
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Really good one too, great food.
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They are a lucky dip these pubs… lucky with this one 🙂
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An excellent meal and oh so cosy on a wintry night.
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Heart pills in the rug…that could be a big problem!
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Just one of the thrills of getting older 😮
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I’m not far behind!
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