Kerry, the proprietor of the cafe was anxious about the weather but she needn’t have worried. She had about 20 booked in and hoped that another half-dozen might turn up ad hoc. When we arrived, the barbecue was going full blast with two big lumps of beef and a couple of pieces of pork cooking away nicely. The plan was to eat at about 1 o’clock but the meat was taken off too soon and had to be returned to the heat. No worries, and we were all happy to wait.

Eventually, we were given the nod and what a feast we had. It was very simple: roasted meat and a couple of salads, but it was a chance to meet the locals and chat about inconsequential things. As it happened, we shared a table with Reg and Sarina from Elizabeth Town near Deloraine who had been out on their Harley for the day and had popped in to the cafe for coffee. They were delighted to have live music to listen to.

The group was pretty good; there were only four of them at the beginning but another one arrived a bit late. One fellow was playing an interesting instrument which looked like a skinny saxophone. It was probably a Bass Clarinet but I’ve never seen one before.

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