Now I know what a Nor-wester can do to you. Like going down a strait road but srapping the foot peg. Seeing a paddock going from one side of the road to the other with you in the middle was like being in a sand blasting booth only dirtier.
Thanks Guzza for holding onto the tent until I got it pegged down.
Now the good things. Roast mutton dinner. The big bonfire. A band that played my kind of music. Bacon breakfast and a push to get me going in the morning.
I had a ball.![]()
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