Having left some painted rocks at the caravan park after we packed up the car, we looked for a Big Bang farewell to Young and we found it in breakfast at Wilders café – very yummy food.
We then set off for Grenfell. Our first stop was the birthplace of Henry Lawson, just short of Grenfell township. They have a very interesting display cataloguing Henry’s life. Learnt quite a bit – who knew he was deaf??? There is a lovely gum tree there planted by his daughter in his memory in 1924. I left some painted rocks there too. Next, we stopped at the painted silos – you’ve gotta love a painted silo! These did not disappoint. Painted in 2019, they were very bright and vibrant. We also called in briefly at the old Railway Station which is being restored.
Looking for a lookout, we headed to O’Brien’s Hill which is a nice spot overlooking the town that also pays homage to Gold Rush times with a display of the original diggings. Unmissable was our last Grenfell stop on the way out of town, a fabulous Christmas Shop located in the old Exchange Hotel. It was huge! Sensational array of everything Christmas – definitely worth the stop.
Back on the road, we took to back roads, traversing very picturesque countryside and travelling through Goolagong, Eugowra, Cudal, Molong, and then finally arrived at our destination, Wellington Caves. A light lunch after unpacking and Maz and I headed across the road from the caravan park to the Wellington Japanese Gardens. What a lovely spot! There was a perfect bench for Gaz, but alas he was not with us. We also called in to a craft shop to have a quick squiz – mainly jewellery and wooden pieces – I might go back tomorrow for another look if I get the chance.
Maz and I then decided to walk to the golf club – about 600m away – to see if we could book golf for tomorrow. As we walked in to the club a large group of guys on the verandah were being friendly and showing us where to go to book a game. We were shattered to find that all the carts were booked out so Gaz and I wouldn’t be able to play. The guy said the last one had only been booked an hour or so ago. With heads lowered in disappointment we left the club house to find the verandah guys enquiring how we got on. They seemed as disappointed as us to hear we missed out but we could do nothing but start our 600m march home. About half way back, just as Maz and I were discussing whether she and Kev should play without us, we noticed a golf cart approaching at speed from behind us. Dave, a club board member, had convinced a member to let us “ladies” rent his cart so we could play. Oh, we were so thankful! Dave got my number so he could text me the details of how much we would have to pay etc. We were elated … problem solved! Imagine my surprise when we arrived back at the cabin to discover it was in fact Gaz who had booked the last cart! Oh no! I had to quickly text Dave, our knight in shining armour, and tell him we would not need the cart after all. How embarrassing! Oh well, at least we get a game.
We had an awesome dinner at the Lion of Waterloo, the cutest pub you have ever seen – it (including it’s building) turns 180 next year! The food was sensational and the atmosphere top notch. We may never eat again though – very large serves!
To round out the evening, we played a new style of euchre where the dealer has to make it if everyone else has passed – that is, no hands can be thrown in. It actually was quite good with most people finding that it really shows how over cautious we are and most people won when they ordinarily would not have taken the risk of making it. Gaz was not most people and he was not as happy with this style as others. Did I mention the score? Kev 2, Maz 2, Pen 2, Gaz 0.
The worst part of the evening was that Maz saw a mouse run across the room during euchre – I am now somewhat hysterical and trying to work out how to get through the night…
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