We decided to go to Cooyar to settle in to the Swinging Bridge Park in preparation for the chapter gathering tomorrow. As we were looking for a good spot to park three other motorhomes came in behind us. By happy hour there were three and as we were going back to the Motley for dinner another arrived.
We spent most of the rest of the day chatting with various people.
We found that there is no mobile phone service, CDMA or 3G, here so it will be a work free weekend which can't be a bad thing. It was suggested that there was no TV either but we had no trouble getting four channels from the Dalby/Kingaroy major wide area coverage transmitter.
The day dawned overcast and it stayed cloudy most of the day.
We went into town to do some shopping at he only store in town. They didn't have everything on the shopping list but we are pretty well stocked so we'll survive. We went to Yarraman in the Little Motley to get what we needed and to make contact by telephone.
I decided that I had to do the installation of the "new" 300 W inverter I had bought at Mt Gambier a year ago in an effort to reduce our energy consumption. The job was quite difficult with everything hard to access and I only got some of the job done.
We had another long and enjoyable happy hour.
It was an overcast day. We had to go to Yarraman again the attend to the email. We were able to do some shopping for two of our neighbours. The weather deteriorated during the afternoon and by the end of happy hour it was raining.:
Most of us went to the Pub for dinner. We were so many that they had organised three sittings. We decided to avoid the crush by taking the third. As we were watching TV our Highway Wanderers friends stopped by to ask if we were going to join them at the first sitting but we thanked them and said we'd see them later in the bar.
We spent a considerable time chatting to friends old and new and drinking wine in copious quantities.
I woke up very late felling pretty second-hand. I did a few chores and spent some time resting.
Jean had gone for a half hour walk and felt pretty stiff so she spent time resting too.
In the afternoon I had a long conversation with a retired TAFE teacher who had had much the same problems with his employers as I had. We found a lot of common ground. By some strange co-incidence, he has a friend who was at the Farnborough Air Show in 1953 when the DH108 crashed and sent debris into the crowd. His friend reported much the same memories as I have. Noel was horrified when I told him that they didn't stop the show despite the carnage, apparently the image of GREAT BRITAIN would have been tarnished if they had given in to the emotion of the crowd.
We had a very nice small happy hour before retiring to the Motley to a dinner of yummy beef stew and veges.