Day 60 Friday 7/7/2023 Goovigen, breezy 12 – 25

OMG! It’s 11:00am and what have I done? Apart from the morning routine of breakfast and a bit of blog reading, a chat with our neighbour back home, a chat to Elle while she eats brekkie, a g’day to the two vans beside us, and a deep and meaningful discussion with a brown horse. This is a peaceful spot. It seems that only one car goes through town every half hour and you can see which street they are driving on. Babblers and apostle birds hop about, playing and grumbling (Yes, Woody I’m writing about birds again). There goes a car, down the Jambin road. The wind sighs through the trees and the RSL has its flag at half-mast. A blackboard declares the passing of Mr. T. Peacock.

At 6:30, activity at the tennis club ramps up. It’s at the back of the camping area, floodlights are on and cars are arriving.

We meet the ladies in the kitchen and buy our drinks. It seems that Elle and I are the only wine drinkers in town as there is only one bottle in the fridge. We join the other caravanners who are from down Albury way and they like us, also seek out small towns. A young bloke is manning the BBQ and $10 buys us the tenderest and juiciest steak sandwich that we’ve ever tasted. The meat is from Biloela, we’re told, and it’s topped with coleslaw. At one end of the table, we have a stock and station agent, who does a really good auctioneer call. At the other end, we have a contract musterer. He explains that they use dogs, horses, quad bikes, and choppers depending on the situation and that cattle these days are quieter. They use Australian Stock horses and Quarter horses, and they too are better bred. When someone asks if he ever uses retired racehorses, he says that they can run but they’re bloody hard to stop!

The locals hit the floodlit tennis courts for a hit and we old caravanners adjourn to bed, about 50 metres away!

Accom: $10.00