The theme was rain and mud and slush and our main entertainment apart from watching the lovely old beautifully restored cars driving in and being towed into position in the judging line up. Judging was to take place at 4 pm but many left before that – as did we!
(the link works if you put it into a browser… sorry still not automatic – but I will find out how to do it.)
The mud and slush and small take distinctly dampened our spirits and enthusiasm for the new life! No wild flowers and national park just damp and chill and sombre thinking. It seemed that we could not possibly make it work for us like this, me working and Alan and I trading! Too hard, too little rewards. The next week caused us pause for thought and we started thinking of a return to the Middle East remembering the lovely people we had known there, the comfortable lifestyle and the generous salary I earned at Sultan Qaboos University. So we put out feelers for a return. But then came Maryborough.
An inauspicious start with me having a vertigo attack with attendant nasties on Thursday – lost the whole day – and not feeling too flash on Friday but Alan kept me going and we stopped at the Harlin and Blackbutt dumps and got some real treasures. the Blackbutt dump is a special treat. It is run by a couple who could have been role models for Ma and Pa Kettle and is decked out with colourful geraniums in pots and green artificial turf to walk on! We bought 4 perfect carnival glass wine goblets for very little! All very auspicious.
Then to Maryborough via a route I followed from the map but unfortunately it took us on a beautiful detour mostly on dirt. Poor Alan just drove uncomplainingly.
Maryborough was a pleasant uncomplicated market. We camped beside the hall with several other trading couples on Friday night and then on Saturday crowds of horsey folks who partied loudly through the night joined us. On Sunday morning Al and I had a wonderful treat, we went for an early morning walk in the crisp clean air and enjoyed the geese and reflections on the lake. Such moments are so few and far between it is not hard to understand why we yearn for a different life at times.
The best part was coming home with a decent chunk of money in our pocket. So we are now a bit encouraged.