Nineteen More days In Goulburn ~ January 2015
We never really grow up, we only learn how to act in public.
Thursday 1st January 2015
Pete Mate’s birthday and how did we celebrate? By doing nothing - his choice. I did, however, treat him to a trip to the supermarket. Pete Mate received lots of phones calls, messages and emails which was rather nice and made him feel as special as he is. The day was relaxed and the sun was shining. The wind returned during the day but by evening it was calm. So much so I was able to cook outside for the first time in ages.
Friday 2nd January 2015
I spent the morning preparing for tonight’s barbecue. In the afternoon I read for a while. We enjoyed a nice happy hour with Karen & Peter before the barbecue. It was lovely sitting out on the verandah of the camp kitchen with two delightful people, eating drinking and chatting. It was a very pleasant evening.
Saturday 3rd January 2015
We enjoyed a lovely drive out, this time to Bungendore. We drove through some picturesque countryside until we arrived at our first stop, a little café at Lake Bathurst. This was recommended to us by Karen and Peter. We enjoyed a cuppa, Pete Mate had a look at the railway nearby and then we continued our journey. The actual lake is now on private property so we were unable to see it. We passed a wind farm and again drove through some really pretty scenery.
The next place on the itinerary was Tarago, a small place with a pub called
The Loaded Dog. The name, Loaded Dog, comes from a Henry Lawson story. It is
a ripping yarn and very funny. However, as it is too long to recount here, just
Loaded Dog story
to read it - but come back afterwards.
A photo of what the pub
looked like in the 1920’s.
This hotel had been famous as a meeting place for the bush rangers, Ben Hall
and Frank Gardiner. One story is that, together with their gangs, they were
holed-up at the hotel. A couple of young blokes from Hall’s gang got into a
fight that resulted in one of the other bush rangers pulling out his gun and
shooting one of the young blokes dead. To avoid attracting attention (presumably
from police or anyone who might report it to the police), they decided to bury
the dead man inside the hotel. So they pulled up the floor-boards and buried
him under the floor near the fireplace. His ghost is still supposed to haunt
the old pub. We enjoyed some lunch and a drink before resuming our journey.
The Loaded Dog as we saw it in 2015. Not appreciably different.
Here’s an interesting fact. Lake Bathurst was originally called Tarago. And Tarago was Lake Bathurst. The story is that when maps were being drawn up for the new railway line that was to go through the area, someone got the names mixed up, and the maps were printed with the names reversed to what they actually were. Showing a typical Government solution to the problem, the authorities of the time decided it was easier to change the names of the towns than to re-print the maps!
We arrived in Bugendore and parked the car. Pete Mate said it was too hot to walk around looking at shops and stayed in the car with the air conditioner on. I wandered through small speciality shops, galleries and dress shops. The famous woodwork gallery was amazing and very expensive. There were some exquisite pieces there, one being a wonderful beautifully carved dresser.
Once I had finished my wanderings we headed for the Federal Highway in search of Lake George. I made a mistake and we ended up on the wrong road much to the dismay of the driver. We had left home this morning for a drive so I couldn’t see the problem myself; we just included Queanbeyan in our drive. Once we were on the right road we found Lake George which was as dry as a bone.
We arrived home in time for happy hour with Karen and Peter. We were joined by Guy, Sue and Jim. It was a very long and enjoyable happy hour.
Sunday 4th January 2015
We enjoyed a quiet day after yesterday. I did some cooking and knitting. Pete Mate was on the computer and then later did some reading. The afternoon storm came in as was forecast and the rain lashed down but we remained snug and dry inside the ‘van.
Monday 5th January 2015
It was a busy day with appointments and errands in town. Pete Mate saw the doctor to have some more skin ‘things’ burnt off. I saw the audiologist for my overdue hearing check up. Pete Mate’s appointment seemed to go well and mine was very good. My hearing has deteriorated slightly but the main thing is the chap listened to my problem with inserting the hearing aid in my right ear. He solved it for me and now I can wear it.
We enjoyed a coffee and tea at the club, not only do we get discount but we got a shortbread biscuit as well! After our errands we returned home before the storm arrived. For once it passed us by and we didn’t get a drenching.
Tuesday 6th January 2015
My excitement of the day was the first of two Downton Abbey DVD’s arrived. Pete Mate was saved from it being played until the other one arrives. I did some knitting and finished my book. Pete Mate did some Bell Park website work and also did some reading.
No storm again today, does this mean this particular weather pattern is over? I do hope so.
Wednesday 7th January 2015
We had a drive out to Gunning for lunch. The drive was pleasant and the lunch
very nice. We then decided to return via the Old Hume Highway. The countryside
was very pretty with rolling green hills after all the rain. We saw a signpost
for Gurrundah and, having never been there, we thought we would have a look.
The sign said 18kms. We soon hit unsealed roads and the journey was not as pleasant
as we thought it would be. Eventually we came to a sign that said “Gurrundah
14 km”. We continued. The next sign said 6 km. By now I was beginning to think
this was someone's idea of a joke or Harry Potter was in the vicinity moving
towns around. We travelled on because that is what we do; our mantra is, ‘If
there is a road it has to lead somewhere’. We then came across another sign
that said Gurrundah was 6 km behind us
. We decided it wasn’t a town at
all but just an area. My question is, who decided where to measure the distances
from, did they just stick a pin in the map?
We were soon on the right road back to Goulburn and arrived home around 4.00pm. I then started doing a mammoth cooking session ready for our guests tomorrow. Boy was it hot in that kitchen even with the air conditioner blasting away. Once it was all done I relaxed with a nice glass of red.
Thursday 8th January 2015
We had a quick trip into town to pick up one or two groceries. We then prepared things ready for our guests, Dawn and Phil, who arrived in time for happy hour. Right in the middle of it the storm came in and we had to do a quick shuffle around to get under the awning and keep dry. I had prepared a meal in the camp kitchen so we retreated over to the camp kitchen veranda which gives some shelter from the weather. It was a really lovely evening with two of the nicest people you could meet.
Friday 9th January 2015
Dawn and Phil left around 9.00am to go to Cessnock where their grandson is competing in motorcycle racing. After they had left we decided a lazy day was in order. I knitted and watched a DVD whilst Pete Mate did something on the computer. Later he went off to do blue things at Bunning’s and Mitsubishi. Once again the storm came in, this time just as I was about to go and cook dinner in the camp kitchen. When the rain eased I raced over with my cooking paraphernalia only to find I had forgotten something. On the way back to the ‘van the heavens opened once more and I got very wet. I was not a happy bunny and I am so over this weather.
Saturday 10th January 2015
We seemed busy today doing our own little chores. Later we both played computers and I read a little. In the evening I was on Skype with my brother and two sisters. The rain and thunder arrived again late afternoon and the rain set in for the night.
Sunday 11th January 2015
It rained all day. I was getting concerned about how the barbecue planned for tonight would go but it's all under cover. Dawn and Phil arrived and after they set up and had a short rest we went into town to the Workers' Club for a couple drinks. We thought this a better option than sitting in the rain. Whilst we were there the rain stopped which I, for one, was very happy about. Once home we started off with a happy hour and then proceeded on to the barbecue. Everything went well and Pete Mate excelled himself by cooking the steaks to perfection. Dawn served up her homemade Christmas pudding for dessert, which was yummy. All in all it was a very enjoyable evening in spite of the weather.
Monday 12th January 2015
We took Dawn and Phil out and about for the day. We returned to Bungendore and this time Pete Mate did have a look inside the wonderful wood gallery. We spent a bit of time there before leaving to head back towards Goulburn. Our driver then decided to take us to one of the lookouts at Tallong. By the time we got there it was raining and very cold but the two men ventured forth to the lookout. It was now late afternoon and we were ready for our late lunch. We took Dawn and Phil to our favourite place in town, The Paragon. The food was as good as ever and plenty of it. We then returned home for a rest before happy hour. The weather once more was not the best so we had happy hour in the camp kitchen whilst watching the tennis. It was a very pleasant evening.
Tuesday 13th January 2015
We said our farewells to Dawn and Phil and felt rather flat. I kept myself busy doing a few chores in the morning. In the afternoon I watched a DVD whilst knitting and then before I knew it it was time for happy hour. Pete Mate busied himself with one or two jobs he is doing here.
Wednesday 14th January 2015
I enjoyed a big clean out which resulted in two large bags of unused items for the op shop. Pete Mate was busy with the trains and fixing the doorbell in the office. The wind howled for most of the day and it was quite a feat holding on to the caravan door when entering or leaving the ‘van. The wind soon dried the washing and nothing left the line to end up in Canberra but it was touch and go. The wind dropped in the evening and the night was peaceful without even one raindrop. Long may it last.
Thursday 15th January 2015
The sun was shining and the sky was as blue as blue. We went into town to do some shopping and one or two other chores and Pete Mate to make his final visit to the doctors. I finally started doing my family tree again; this time it is saved on line so there will be no possibility of it being deleted.
Friday 16th January 2015
We enjoyed a very pleasant drive over to Ulladulla to see our friends Helen and John.
Me with Helen and John on their front lawn at Dolphin Point.
We spent a lovely couple of hours chatting and having lunch before making the long trek home again. We were home in time for happy hour with Karen and Peter which once more was very long but oh so enjoyable.
Saturday 17th January 2015
After doing a few basic chores I read for most of the day. Pete Mate was doing computer things and sleeping. Our day yesterday plum wore us out. In the evening I went on Skype with my sisters which was short but good.
Sunday 18th January 2015
It is 'get ready day' today because after spending eight wonderful weeks here in Goulburn we are hitching up tomorrow and moving on. One half of me is sad to leave but the other half is looking forward to new adventures. We packed away everything and then Pete Mate took Alice III for a test run. Whilst he was out I asked him to take some photos of an interesting mail box we have passed many times.
The 1859 mail box (or 'letter receiver') and the accompanying plaque.
Four vertical slots facilitated the posting of mail without dismounting from one's horse.
Good heavens, did the Post Office consider its customers back then?
Later we went over to Karen and Peter’s for happy hour and a barbecue; it was a really lovely night with yummy food, good wine and, best of all, excellent company.
Monday 19th January 2015
We were ready to leave Goulburn by 10.30am, not bad for us. We said our farewells to Karen and Peter, we know we will see them again in the not-too-distant future. Makes saying goodbye easier. We had a good trip through to Cooma and arrived around 2.00pm. After a late lunch we set up camp and then had a rest. The weather is cold and by evening we had the heater on. We are living through a very strange summer indeed. The caravan park is fine, the people who run the park friendly and helpful and the amenities are old but very clean. The camp kitchen, alas, is very poor indeed. It has a fridge/freezer, a microwave, a and a very messy barbecue ... you would have to be desperate to use it.
Tomorrow we are going to be out and about exploring the area.
Tuesday 20th January 2015
We had a slow start to the day as we were both feeling the after effects of leaving Goulburn. We were a little tired from the journey and we missed our friends. We went into the town of Cooma to the information centre and a very nice lady gave us lots of information.
We then had to pay a visit to Centrelink. We spent an age waiting for attention only to find out they already knew the information I had for them. In fact, it would appear they knew before I did. Big Brother is alive and well.
We then went to the Snowy Hydro Discovery Centre. We spent quite a while there as it is so interesting. We have been here before in 2007 but thoroughly enjoyed reading it all over again and relearning what a wonderful feat of engineering this was. I noticed that last time we both had a go on the bikes to generate electricity; this time we walked past them! As we didn’t have a camera or a note book we will return.
Wednesday 21st January 2015
We enjoyed an absolutely splendid day out which reminded us what a wonderful way of life we have. We started off by driving up Mt Gladstone to the two lookouts. These give views of Cooma and beyond. The lookouts were very well maintained and not a sign of vandalism in sight.
We left there and drove to Jindabyne to see how the lake was looking after all the rain this region has had lately. The scenery was so pretty after the rain had greened up the landscape and there were lots of colourful flowers popping up everywhere. The lake was really full, probably the best it has been in a long while. We found a place to have our picnic lunch with a million dollar view.
Next port of call was Lake Eucumbene where the old town of Adaminaby lies submerged. On the way we saw a sign for Eucumbene Dam so we did a detour. We drove over the dam and got confused because it looked like there were two dams. Pete Mate found a goat track which led down to the dam water. I wasn’t happy when he went too close to the water. He reversed and we left in search of the lookout. By now it had started to rain but we still took the path to the lookout. Believe me it was not worth getting wet for. All you saw was the dam wall and I can tell you, interesting it was not.
We continued our journey to the lake which we found very full; we took our photos
and then hopped back in the car before we got too wet from the rain. We called
in at the new town of Adaminaby for some cheap fuel and a drink. The rain was
now coming down quite heavy and it was at the end of today's itinerary so we
Thursday 22nd January 2015
We explored Cooma today and our first stop was to look at the buildings on Lambie Street. This street was the original town centre of Cooma. The houses were old but nothing outstanding so no photos were taken. The next stop was Nanny Goat Hill Lookout. This lookout gave you views of Cooma. It also has a bronze sculpture of a goat. I cannot find out the history behind this lookout. It was worth the drive but the steps leading up to the higher lookout were a bit of a death trap. We left there and headed for the Cooma Gaol and Museum.
Cooma Gaol, the large main door on the left. Note the razor wire on top of the wall to the right.
The museum is off the picture on the left.
The Museum is housed in the old guards quarters next to the gaol. We were given a very interesting tour by one of the inmates of the current gaol. It was quite an eye opener what these prisoners get up to. We finished in the craft shop which displayed some beautiful handicrafts all made by current prisoners. The prisoners receive the money for things sold with the prison keeping a small percentage. I bought some potpourri sachets which were made by an Asian inmate with the herbs and flowers taken from the prison farm.
We made another visit to the Snowy Hydro Centre as Pete Mate wanted to take photos and I wanted to jot down some notes, I enjoy reading about pioneer women and a Katherine Donkin of Cooma kept diaries. They would be worth a read but alas, after Googling her, the dairies are not in print. She is mentioned in the centre because her husband, John (Jack) Boyd Donkin, conducted a survey in 1887 for redirecting the water from the Snowy River. Even as far back as then people were trying to work out the how and the why. Incidentally, Katherine’s father, William Busby, designed Sydney’s second water supply. Much later came along Sir William Hudson who was born in Nelson, New Zealand in 1896. He disappointed his father by becoming a civil engineer rather than following his footsteps and becoming a doctor. I guess we are now glad he disappointed his father. He led an interesting life studying first in New Zealand and then London; he fought in WWI and was wounded. He worked in Sydney, New Zealand, France and Scotland in his specialised field of water supplies. He then returned to Sydney in 1937 and, as they say, the rest is history. Mr Hudson seemed to be ahead of his time in dealing with his workforce. Following is an extract from a biography ...
He (Hudson) ensured that, in the allotment of houses and in all else, the immigrants were given equal opportunity and status with the Australian born. His constant aim was to pre-empt anything that might impede the work. Wary of politicians, he nevertheless made strenuous efforts to keep them on side and to avoid political interference. He found a powerful ally in (Sir) Robert Menzies who had been critical of the scheme before becoming prime minister in December 1949.
In addition, Hudson moved to prevent industrial troubles. One short strike, which he admitted was mainly the fault of management, taught him a valuable lesson. Instead of resorting to the industrial courts, he secured a private arbitrator, Stanley Taylor, who quickly settled disputes. Each month supervising engineers sat round the table with local union representatives to identify matters liable to cause unrest.
Industrial safety was another vital concern. To reduce the number of accidents causing serious injury and loss of life, Hudson initiated a joint safety campaign which resulted in a dramatic reduction in the accident rate among the authority's and contractors' personnel. He stipulated that no one would be employed unless he signed a statement agreeing to observe prescribed safety precautions and in 1958 he ordered seat belts to be worn in the Snowy Mountain Hydro Electric Authority vehicles. Failure to do so, after one warning, meant dismissal.
Everything was judged by its 'usefulness to the scheme'. Acting on this key tenet, Hudson was a hard and demanding taskmaster. 'He expected complete loyalty, complete devotion and hard work'. On the other hand, he was fair and always ready to listen to people. Good performances were rewarded with incentive payments. World tunnelling records were broken. But any sign of slackness or idleness roused his quick temper. He once approached a group of workers who appeared to be taking an unauthorised tea-break and sacked them on the spot. The men looked puzzled. One of them said: 'We don't know who you are, but we work for the Main Roads Department'.
After we had finished at the centre we went to look at a Kosciuszko memorial which we saw but couldn’t find out any information about. Then it was the turn of the churches. St Patrick’s was open and was very dark inside. I tried taking one or two photos.
Last on the itinerary today was a memorial to commemorate the two crew members
and six passengers of the 'Southern Cloud', an Avro 618 Ten three-engined airliner
that belonged to Australian National Airways. It disappeared in 1931 en route
from Sydney to Melbourne. Its wreckage wasn't found for twenty seven years despite
an intensive search following its disappearance. It had crashed in the Snowy
Mountains at an altitude of 3,500 feet, 8.5 km north west of the town of Cabramurra
which didn't exist at the time of the crash.
The memorial consists of a display case containing two of the aircraft's wrecked engines and a third complete engine obtained elsewhere. There were also other parts of the wreckage and a plaque outlining the events (severe winds) that led to the tragedy. Of interest is that a man called Stan Baker was booked on the doomed flight but cancelled at the last minute and travelled by train. As a result of the accident he developed a lifelong fear of flying ... and died in the 1950 Australian National Airways Douglas DC-4 crash. Another snippet; the famous cricketer, Don Bradman, flew in the 'Southern Cloud' from Adelaide to Melbourne and then to Goulburn not long before the fatal crash. Yes, the same aircraft and the same pilot.
It was another good day out in the Snowy Mountain region.
Friday 23rd January 2015
No sight seeing today just chores and shopping. I did, however, find a wonderful sculpture in the middle of town. Neither of us had cameras with us so we will have to return.
Saturday 24th January 2015
The sun was shining so we decided to travel back to Jindabyne for the Irish Festival. When we arrived it was hard to spot anything Irish. There were a few market stalls so we had a wander and I bought some really yummy horseradish cream. As nothing was happening we more or less decided to leave and have a drive out to Dalgety. Then the compère who, incidentally, was
Irish walked around giving an account of what was on all the stalls. Ah hah, we thought, something is about to happen. Pete Mate saw a young lady who looked like she was an official so wandered over to ask. Yes, the musicians were on their way so we bought some lunch and then got the chairs out of the car. This is when I realised I had forgotten my hat, the sun block and some water. A lapse of memory I was later to regret.
We enjoyed some Irish music and dancing, the little ones were so cute and one little girl in particular stole my heart. I could have brought her home with me; I am not sure what I would have done with her ... maybe sat her on a shelf because she was just like a little doll.
Just like a little doll ...
If ever you want to clear a park in an instant, just arrange with God to send down a shower of rain. We all folded up our chairs quick smart and headed for our cars. By the time we had done this the rain had eased a little so we decided to listen to some more music whilst eating ice cream.
Fitting an Irish hat to even the most patient Dachshund is not as easy as you might think.
This musician was not Irish nor did he sing Irish songs; the ice cream wasn’t
that good either. We left and drove home via Dalgety so we could see the level
of the Snowy River. There was more water flowing than the last time we saw it.
Dalgety was overrun with motor bikes – heaps of them. We headed home in the
rain; we are so used to getting wet now I am amazed we don't carry our waterproof
jackets with us.
Sunday 25th January 2015
We went into town to take some photos of a sculpture we had seen a couple of days ago. It was to honour the memory of Corporal Ernest Albert Corey. Corporal Corey had been recruited on the Men From Snowy River March to Goulburn in 1916, one of several marches designed to gather recruits to fight in World War 1. A blacksmith from Nimmitabel, Mr. Corey served in the 55th battalion as a stretcher bearer. For his bravery he was awarded the Military Medal, not just once, but four times, the only soldier in the British Empire ever to do so. He died in 1972 at the age of 81. Of the 144 men who joined the Men From Snowy River March, 39 were killed and 75 were injured.
We were very impressed with the detail of the sculptures - there were so many different aspects of how the war would have been then. After taking photos we returned home to pack up and hitch up ready for our journey tomorrow.
Part of the remarkable memorial to Corporal Corey. The post behind the sculpture holds two floodlights.
is made all the more poignant by the contrast between the harsh, bare trenches and Cooma's soft greenery beyond.
After taking photos we returned home to pack up and hitch up ready for our journey tomorrow.
Monday 26th January 2015
We enjoyed a really good run through to Cann River. Not a lot of traffic and beautiful scenery. The weather was a perfect temperature for travelling. We arrived at lunchtime, set up camp and after lunch we walked over to the pub to pay the fee. The caravan park is not manned and anyone can just drive, in use the facilities and then drive off. The sites have power and water but not all work, we were lucky as the site we chose had both in good order. The amenities block was very basic and not overly clean. We thought, for $20 a night, we can take this. At the pub we were informed the price had just gone up and it was now $26.50 a night. We were not impressed and decided on the spot to stay only two nights instead of four. The pub lacked atmosphere and customers; so far we have not been impressed by Cann River. On a good note we do have all television channels which pleased us as we want to watch the Socceroos beat UAE tomorrow night.
Tuesday 27th January 2015
The weather was not the best, it was cold and overcast but as the dirty washing was taking over the caravan I did some three loads. Half way through the last load, our little washing machine had a hissy fit. Mmmmm. Anyway the washing was done and pegged out on the line. Much later I went to bring it in and decided to ‘air’ things off in the dryer. Someone had wrecked where you put the money in - I guess they were trying to rob it. So the inside of the caravan looked like a Chinese laundry. Apart from that excitement I did my usual crosswords reading and knitting whilst poor ole Pete Mate spent all day putting his computer right. Something had gone wrong and he lost some things. Luckily he had a backup.
In the evening we watched the Socceroos play in the semi final of the Asian Cup and, much to our delight, they won.
Wednesday 28th January 2014
We left Cann River around 11.30am. We didn’t have far to go so we took our time getting ready. We were blessed in that the rain stopped long enough for us hitch up and get organised. We enjoyed a very easy run through without too much traffic. The scenery went from dense rainforest to rolling green hills, very picturesque. We arrived at Orbost to a very friendly welcome and were soon set up on our site. The weather is cold and once again we had the heater on. Later the rain returned but by then we were all warm and snug so it didn’t matter.
Thursday 29th January 2015
I take my position as Tour Director very seriously and decided today we needed a walk and some fresh air. The idea was to walk along the Snowy River and then back through the town. It wasn’t a long walk luckily because almost as soon as we started out the sun disappeared and the heavens opened and we got very wet. I had read the map wrong ... no surprises there; map reading is not my forte. So we did do a small walk but not along the river. We then asked directions and proceeded to the correct walking path but before we got there the rain returned and was so heavy we looked like drowned rats in no time. We took shelter and waited and eventually the rain stopped and we continued with our plan. The walk along the river was pleasant enough; it was good to see the Snowy with more water in it than there has been for a while.
Once in town we found a nice little coffee shop and had a sandwich and drink. The lady running the place was strange, very strange. She asked us if we have a motor home and I replied, no, we had a caravan. In a later conversation she was telling us about a free camp down a dirt road. I said we didn’t take the ‘van down dirt roads but we do explore them in the car. She seemed amazed we had a car as well as a caravan. I suppose she must have thought we took it in turns to run between the shafts. As I said, she was very strange. We had started to dry out now and continued with our walk. On the way home the rain returned and once again we were drowned. We hurried back to the caravan as fast as we could, meanwhile our phone rang. No way was I stopping to answer that. Then it rang again and again so I assumed it was an urgent call and stopped in the pouring rain to answer it. It was a friend ringing for a chat but because Telstra has messed around with our voicemail message, she thought she was ringing the wrong number.
Once home we peeled off all our wet things and hung them about the place. We put the heater on and enjoyed a nice cup of tea. The rain continued into the night but we were now warm and snug so didn’t care.
Friday 30th January 2015
Once again we got drenched and are so over this rain. Having said that, we soon dried out in the car (apart from our soggy shoes).
We arrived at Lakes Entrance to a very friendly welcome from Peter and Helen who own the park. We then received an extremely warm welcome from friends Lorraine and Hans. We set up camp on our site which has a very nice en suite. Hans and Lorraine collected us and took us to the RSL Club for lunch. It was so nice to be out of the rain and be warm. The food was yummy as well. Then our hosts showed us the sights of Lakes Entrance, which was a little difficult because of the weather but we made the best of it. Later we enjoyed a very pleasant Happy Hour with Hans and Lorraine before retiring to our caravan for a good rest.
Saturday 31st January 2015
We enjoyed a splendid day out and about with Hans and Lorraine. They showed us the sights of Lakes Entrance before taking us to a lovely place for lunch. It was a café with a difference. There was an ornamental windmill and a lake with some beautiful water lilies on it. The people that owned the place had built cabins for that romantic weekend away plus they were in the process of building a wedding chapel. It would be a superb place to get married. After lunch we were taken to Bairnsdale and Paynesville. We revisited the church at Bairnsdale which is quite exquisite. We arrived home in time for happy hour which then led to a fish and chip tea. It was all very nice.