Day 3, 12/10/2019 Saturday Whorouly, early shower, sunny day

Woody wanders across to the Whorouly café for coffees and a passing motorist stops to ask if we are enjoying ourselves. “Thank you for choosing our town.” She says. Gee that makes you feel good.

We take Double or nuthin’ and Shirley (as in Temple) over to Yackandandah and while we’re there we check out the little caravan park which is bordered by two small creeks just a short walk below the town. The sites are grassy, some have slabs and the cottage style camp kitchen has a large open fireplace. This park is worthy of a return visit.

The town is busy with tourists and the trees on the main street are bursting into leaf. We find Gum Tree Pies (which we first tasted in Canberra) and have lunch there. To our dismay they’ve sold out of Lamb & Mint Jelly pies but the Beef & Guinness pie is good and the sausage rolls unbelievably tasty. We’re able to buy uncooked Lamb pies to freeze and take home. This place is rocketing up our Top Ten Pie list.

Still ooh and aahing over the spring scenery we have a beer at the Hibernian Hotel in Beechworth before heading back to camp.

The local cricket teams are in full swing on the oval and our boys set up their own Bay 13 to cheer on the local lads.

We walk to the pub for dinner. We are thankful that the dining room is cosy as we wait and wait and wait for our meals. In time we realise that under new management the kitchen is working on a Noah’s Ark principle…the next two meals only arrive as the last two have finished eating. Yes, they seem to be able to only cook two at a time. It takes two hours for all of us to be served. At least the meals are hearty and good but pity the poor ‘Sailors’ who are the last to be served.

Those who were served first return to camp and light the fire. The rest of us are half pie- eyed from the interim drinks. It is a beautiful moonlit night, not a breath of wind and the smell of cows is heavenly as we stumble back to a warm and toasty fire.