#HereWeGoAgain

The dual laned highway finished abruptly and for no apparent reason other than the money ran out, and we are back to single lane road.

Its getting dark and the rancid prawns are done, time to clean the fish – yes Silver Leader there are four to clean – and head home.

I was hoping to spend some time fishing with Darryl but now with the loss of the days, this may not happen.

Forbsy allows a trip along Banks Drive to video the experience.

Now pleasantly plied with liquor, its off to the gift shop. The liqueur is the first on Robyn’s list along with some fudge.

Time to go home and dine. Not fish, but the fillet steaks we have in the fridge. Always good to have a back up plan.

Amazing creeks and coloured sands are experienced, as are the forays off the beach and into the bush to circumvent the need to drive into the ocean around rocky outcrops.

Sunset over Hervey Bay around a table of wine, cheese and bickies with friends is a bit hard to take.

As we slow and meander through Porchester we see the meeting of the Secret Mens Club. I toot and Wallie waves. In New South Wales that is a driving offence – but who cares

The banter around the fire continues with Walie regaling us of his extensie yachting experiences. From running alcohol to coming through the Panama Canal and pirate encounters.

We start him and Wallie off with a Gentlemen Jack in one of the ½ litre tin mugs. The girls are into Robyn’s bubbles. Forbsy breaks out the sausage rolls and the meeting is called to order.

Wallie talks of the Secret Men’s Business Club and how they solve the world’s problems but on return to their wives are short on the memory of how. Funny what alcohol can do.