Whilst Steve headed for home, Pete harassed an emu chick until it tripped over its own feet.
Some of doonap’s Christmas card roads delivered us to Bruthen.
Camp was set in record time.
A short stroll over the bridge, up the hill and through town.
And we had arrived!
We did our best to ensure that Williamson may miss out.
Pete and Doug favoured the stout. For me, the wheat and pale ale went down a treat…
Looks like we may have the need for a few more of these brewery weekenders – we were told a microbrewery is soon to open in Buchan and another in Mitta Mitta.
We decided to give the pub a miss and headed to the takeaway for dinner.
They cooked up big plates of burgers and ooh look, stubbies…
The celebration continued on the way back to the caravan park and on and on…