Howdee folks,
Happy Birthday to my co-traveller! We are both now the same age for a couple of months.
It was a warm sweaty morning as we prepared for a days outing. We were just in time to catch the arrival of the vintage car group although a few models were, I thought, a way from being vintage.
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| Cars in the carpark |
We headed west to Gloucester which is a small to medium size town with a few quaint little buildings. We found a charity book sale in a large shed which occupied a fair amount of time although in the end nothing was bought. We had our lunch stop at a small cafe chosen after a bit of humming and haaring. It was ok. The meal was nothing startling. My open porterhouse was a little bit gristly and definitely medium rather than medium rare. Susan had chicken with lime and chilli with rice. Her comment was that the chicken was very dry. Coffee was excellent.
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| View approaching Gloucester |
After consulting the map we headed southwards towards Stroud and diverted to the oldest timber truss bridge in NSW. No longer open it had white ant evidence. There wasn't much of a viewing area and for a historical landmark it wasn't well delineated or cared for.
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| The plaque from 1988 when the bridge mattered |
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| About the best side view you can get with out trespass |
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| Old age and neglect x2 |
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| It is quite long |
We moved eastwards after Stroud heading towards Bulahdelah. We turned off to view NSW largest tree. At 76 metres it is shorter than the 87m of the big Tree in Geeveston Tasmania but still impressive.
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| Tree facts |
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| The tree |
As we travelled eastwards towards the highway Susan spotted the building pictured on a distant hill. It looks like a resort of some sort or a training building for the fire brigade or the SAS.
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| ello ello ello what's all this then? |
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| Not a Pisa like tower, just poor camera alignment |
It was still humid so we found it pleasant in the car with the aircon on. We were enjoying our audio book per usual. We are still on "The Girl who Played with Fire". We arrived at Forster where the cloud was heavy and threatening. After a quick walk to the beach we chose a fish cafe for tea. It was a bit disappointing at the prices charged. A shared entree of various char grilled seafoods tasted of the grill plate and was pretty uninspiring. Susan had a Thai beef salad that she found remarkably light on Thai flavours. I had John Dory which was juicy and came with the ginger soy and honey sauce I selected. It came with chips which were decidedly dark and not overly nice. I declined dessert. We were going to try and squeeze in a movie but time beat us so we returned to Nabiac and some reasonably steady rain. We sat in the car listening to the book to allow it to get heavier so we would get wetter!
After rereading the above it makes me sound like a grumpy old man. I'm not, well maybe a bit, It's just I expect a bit of competency in food preparation. I guess I am a bit spoilt by Chef Susan. In my younger days I would have complained or passed comment but I just added them to my mental "do not return to" list. This comes into play when people ask how the meals are at "such and such"
It is still raining lightly on and off so hopefully the paddocks will perk up a bit.
After midnight again so hay time.
night night
Simon
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