Sadly, the shorts are gone, the flip-flop retired. Swimmers are a distant memory of warmer climes. Break out the jeans and the woolly jumpers. That wind is COLD. Not as cold as home mind you, but enough to chill one to the bone on ones morning walk. Judy slept in for a bit yesterday and I paddled about with pictures and computers and such, even made a backup.
On a Sunday, the only shop open, and then only for a few hours, was the Foodbarn, where I went and mixed it with the locals in their Sunday best, moleskins, white shirt, polished boots and best Akubra. It's only a tiny shop, similar to IGA at Chapman, but they had six check-out persons going flat-out.
After lunch we went back to QANTAS museum and looked over the museum proper, some great displays and stories, the highlights are the film about the restoration of the 707 and its flight 'back home' and the six little aeroplanes they have circling the whole museum hall on an overhead track.
Stayed on to watch a current Dash-8 arrive 1 1/2 hours late, load up and go again. What a place, there is no security at all, you can just walk in off the street. Big sign however says that came July 1, its fully screened and secure.
Back at the ranch, we wandered over to the on-site restaurant to see what was for dinner - roast or roast. Despite it only being six o'clock, we stayed and had roast beef and apple crumble before hiding back in our cave out of the wind for the evening.
Today, we're off to the Stockman's Hall of Fame. Yeeehaaa!
A snap, another plane
I'm afraid
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