Day 3 Thursday 11/5/2023, Yackandandah, sunny

Another chilly morning after a night of chasing doonas around the bed. Why is it that caravan beds inspire doonas to wander during the night and usually end up on the floor?

We have no phone / internet reception on our site so Woody walks up to the newsagent for a paper. The diesel heater has decided to shut itself off when it thinks we should be warm enough. Breakfast in the warm sun is a treat, especially at this time of year. A baby magpie struts around demanding toast crumbs.

We spend the morning chatting in the sun but most of our bunch tour the museum which is conducted by local resident Phil who happens to be one of Toothless’ mates.

It’s too nice a day not to go for a walk so we follow the creek trail up to the gorge. The granite gorge was created by gold miners using picks and shovels to make a tail race. Black cockies screech in the trees above us and before we know it, we lose our way. Sipping Sandie must have said take the right fork not left, ‘cos we’re in someone’s backyard. We backtrack and take the right fork. And it was worth it as the Creek gushes through the gorge.

I sketch in the sun while S makes her watercolours sing. Two workers walk out of the toilet carrying a door that needs repair, “We won the door prize” one cheeky bugger says.

We watch the local hat maker putting the finishing touches to a creation.

To round out the day VeeWee organises local musician Pete Denahy to entertain us in the camp kitchen. Pete plays guitar and fiddle, writes his own songs, and delivers a very funny show. It’s a perfect end to a very cheery muster.

Accom: $38.00