Did nothin’. Well almost nothing all day, just resting, getting ourselves ready for The Big Night.Yes folks, tonight is the weekly running of the almost famous Bailey Bar Crustacean Cup, a short dash over 1 metre for crustaceans of the yabbie family. You get an entry when you buy your dinner ticket, so not only do you get to go to the races, but you get fed as well.
I’m not sure what was in the cauldron over the fire, but i’d have to assume its the remains of last night’s lamb-on-a-spit dinner, which we chose to forgo.
However there is no escaping the Cup, so we duly took our places in the ring and after a good feed of hot-pot, mash and damper, the lights went up and the contestants released into the containment area. The flag dropped and they were off, well they could have been off but then they don't exactly move like startled rabbits. Some just sat and did nothing, most followed the biggest one and broke into a slow crawl toward the winner’s line.
The yabbies were bundled off to race another day and the track put away while we fed our faces on The Pud, which might have been apple pie and custard, I’m not so sure. I and sure about the Tea: black and super strong, flavoured with a few dozen Lemon Scented Gum leaves which completely overpowered any actual tea involved. The nearby tree received a watering, one cup at a time.
Not to worry, all a bit of fun and in aid of the Aussie Helpers Charity, which was started here in Charleville to help the local farmers through the interminable droughts. They say it's now huge and helps heaps of farm families get over the hard times.
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| Judy all set for the Charleville Crustacean Cup |
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| Billy's on the boil... |
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| The odds have gone up. That's us on Strictly Crawling |
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| Our hosts hard at work |
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| Here we are in the ring. All's set ready for action |
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| Ah! A nice big plate of mash and slops! |
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| Add a hunk or two of damper and you've got a meal |
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| The yabbies are lines up at the barrier... |
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| Their off! |
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| Well some of them are off, the rest looked more like dead-dogs. I have no idea where our fancy came, once 13 crossed the line they were stopped up and back into the tub ready for next week. |
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