We are just about at the boat on the first night and literally I jump out my skin as something dashes up the fence in front of me in the pitch black, turns out is was something marsupial or other, probably a wombat or something similar. However, it launches itself onto dads back and sticks it wombat vampire fangs into his neck and he has to wrestle it to the ground ( actually I made this bit up, but it makes the story more exciting)

We gets back to the boat and crash out as we are both shattered.

Following morning, Dad is up and out before I get out of bed, and meets Fred, who might quite possibly be one of the blokes out of the Castlemaine Four X adverts you used to get years ago. He is arguably the coolest stereotypical aussie bloke you?ve ever met.

Im disappointment he isn?t called Snowy, or Dingo or something instead of Fred but there you go, he is Aussie cool.

The pub is still not open and while wiling away the long hours in the floating pikey caravan I am wondering if it sells any bush tucker?..

However, It is right next door to a small zoo, so Im thinking OK if it does sell bush tucker how does that work, you can pet it then you can eat it ? Is it like picking a lobster out the tank in the restaraunt ? The zoo is also shut, therefore could it be that all the bush tucker is simply out of stock. Just don?t give the kanga a name kids.

To my great delight the pub is now open and we meet Dave, who is also a proper nice bloke, between him and Snowy they are the kind of guys you would want on your team. Dave kindly makes us the best bacon and scrambled eggs and we have a good old chat with him before going to town.
We walked back into town for a look around, where we found this old machinery barn with lots of old machines in it that dad was interested in. I wasn?t fussy about this, but happened to get talking to one of the old boys (83) who helped run the place.

He was an excellent old aussie bloke that swore like a trooper and he told me of his life in the outback where he was a steam train driver and then a fireman. It was funny but the boy that was showing around Dad was from England originally and the Aussie bloke didn?t have a nice thing to say about the English (Poms) he was like F**** Pommy C***, F***** thinks he F****** own the F***** place, old Pommy B*******.

We spend the rest of the day on the pikey platform fishing. Caught nothing.
To be continued tomorrow