With Maurs recovering slowly from her back injury we set off gingerly for Canberra to attend the 40th anniversary reunion of Meteorologist Course No. 22. It just seems like yesterday I took off from Brisbane to start my post-grad year (but then my memory has never been good). We gravitated to Beechworth for the first night – we just love that little town for some reason and always enjoy our stay there.
Today we made for Tumut through the backblocks of the Snowy Mountains – just a magnificent drive and I must say, made all the more enjoyable (as the whole trip has been) because of the music selection that Roland gave me. Thanks man. We still haven’t been through all of the mp3’s yet but we’re getting there. We stopped at Corryong for a snack and drink and a perve on the locals. An old stager hobbled down the street and everybody greeted him “Hello George!” I thought “In some chic place he’d be a celebrity – but here he is in Corryong – he must be that one classification lower – an identity.” I’m not sure what the classification system is – what’s the next step down from identity? Help me out if you know. We moved on, taking care not to run down the old identity as we left.
We went through Batlow – famous for its apples, and we searched for a roadside stall in order to procure some. It was looking like “Is NSW also closed?” Perhaps Australia is closed and we haven’t got the email yet. Luckily a stall appeared and it was definitely worth searching for. Recently picked (like yesterday) and superb. Tumut is a typical little country town and we are in a further typical little country motel right now.
We did some locivore eating at the restaurant we found tonight – local trout and beef – and Riverina Shiraz – the trout and beef were very nice, but Maurs switched to a local cider (from Batlow as it happens) – sorry Riverina.
I’ll tell you what happens at the Reunion in a few days time when I recover.
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