What a whopper
On the way south we called in to visit Bec and Mic on Mic’s 160 acre farm just outside Cardwell. Mic had just arrived back from a fishing trip with his son and they had caught this beautiful barramundi
- Mic filleting the baramundi
After a couple of wines we had this fish BBQ with stir fry veggies and I had made coleslaw and salad and for afters I brought along a cheese cake so we had a shared meal. Getting together with friends over a meal is one of life’s pleasures. We had a very enjoyable evening.
We parked Matilda on a flat area a short way down from the “Donga” Mic and Bec live in, it is going to be the building site for cottages when Mic has finally worked his way through all the council red tape. It was a very quiet, peaceful setting surrounded by the bush.
Next morning we woke to the sound of buzzing as hordes of march flies where swarming around the windows and fly screens trying to get at us. We once more had to battle those terrible march flies and try to pack the van with all the doors shut to try to keep them outside, a difficult and hot chore. Jack did battle with them outside while he packed chairs buckets etc then it was open the door, throw every thing in, while I madly flapped a tea towel at the door to try to stop them coming in. A few still managed to get in so it was hunt and kill all invaders before we went and said our farewells with hugs all round and on our way south again.