Taree Show - 11th October 2009

G'day,

To view this week's picture, I suggest you open the attachment. Resizing it made it lose too much detail. It's another collage courtesy of Matt and it reflects the couple of hours we spent at the 131st Taree Annual Show today. For those of you in South Africa, imagine the Rand Show or The Royal Show in Pietermaritzburg and divide by 1000 or 100 respectively. Today was the day for horses in the main arena, a dog show elsewhere and the usual smattering of photographic, embroidery and cake displays. Matt and Jen had expensive fun on the rides - Speed Demon, Too Fast or similar names. I'm always a bit nervous about these rides that are assembled for a weekend especially when you go to buy tickets and they ask you to come back in 10 minutes because they're just fixing something that came loose! Candy floss was enjoyed for lunch - at least it has two of the essential dietary ingedients - sugar and pink / blue colourants.

Matt and I just beat a big storm to get in 9 holes of golf with Bruce this afternoon. I hit the ball far and straight which proved that I haven't played for a while. Oh, I also putted without perception of line or length, further confirming my lack of recent golf. Speaking of line and length, I will be playing Twilight Cricket this year - 15 overs a side; 2 hours on a Tuesday evening. I was relieved to find a team to play for as the thought of never feeling leather on willow again was getting a bit depressing and for some reason, Mickey's call just never came. I've no idea what the standard will be but Matt has been doing more bowling than batting recently as I have strived to perfect my slog-sweep. I'll keep you updated with how it goes. Mick, I'll send you my batting average...........just in case.

I am enjoying a long weekend ( Friday and Monday off ) courtesy of extra hours worked - I don't get paid for working after hours but get to take the time " in lieu ". I don't think I'm allowed to comment but I must say, these couple of days were much needed. I wonder what I'll do tomorrow?

Last week's flower was wisteria, by the way.

With an empty wallet but happy children and with visions of my poor golf ball being smashed down the middle of the fairway, I bid you farewell.

Dylan, on behalf of all of us.