We seem to have been on a nostalgia trip over the last few days. It started at Choir Practice on Thursday where I noticed the price tickets on our music said 5d and 9d. It's been over 50 years since decimal currency came to Australia, but the music lingers on.
On Friday, it was the music of the 50s and 60s at the Dance Championships and, on Saturday, the Chudleigh Show which probably hasn't changed much since World War 1. The cockies still wear Akubras and the Axemen still wear white singlets.
Today, the town is heaving with classic cars, all built before 1988. It's probably no wonder that people say that Tasmania is a bit olde worlde.
Madeleine and Josh arrived as we were having breakfast so I popped down to the shop to get some more bacon to go with the pancakes. The Main Street has been closed off and every petrol-head in Tasmania, and his wife, have come to town for the day. There's not a parking spot within coo-ee and 'popping down to the shop' became just a little more difficult.
Anyway, breakfast became brunch: eggs and bacon, pancakes, freshly picked blackberries and maple syrup. Life is good.
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