Sadly due to safety reasons Day 4 has been called off due to the Bush fires that are raging through the area. The Legends are all fit and well, disappointed but safety is paramount and respect to the fire crews that have been working throughout the night to get the situation under control. The nearest fire to us was out of control, but the Fireries have got the better of it but who knows with the wind and dry conditions in this part of the country. King and his team are working to at least get some riding in tomorrow, but it’s a logistical nightmare.
So what did we do last night? Options were limited for the Legends as we were not allowed to leave the PUB due to safety reasons, so what do you do when you’re locked into a PUB. The landlord was smiling like a Cheshire cat, and the only time he was not seen pulling pints was when he was on the phone to Porsche. The Legends were getting into the Margarita Slushies and with Cooper Vintage on tap we all strapped ourselves in for a bumpy ride. The evening meal was excellent and the fines were heavy, the notable jersey was the Joker, won by a bloke who was the brewer for Stone & Wood and looks like Santa. Still have no idea about the fines system but the majority of the Legends copped it including my good self for walking through the beer garden with only a towel on to pick up my bag after my shower. My fine was delivered with the punch line from Big G, the fine master ‘but I’ve let you off because you’re the first Pome I know to have a shower’. Ha bloody ha Skippies.
Couple of birthdays so we have cake to go with the slushies and Vintage and everyone gets ready for the final day of the 4th Ashes Test. As you know my global audience I tend to slightly embellish my stories but this is the dead set truth. I’m an Englishman caught up in an out of control bush fire its likes not seen in years, stuck in a rural town I have never heard of, locked into a pub with about 80 Skippies, they are selling a rare craft beer, the Ashes come on and the Urn could be returning down under. Seriously you can’t make this stuff up and Fat Bloke and Shirley Temple are getting warmed up ready to get into me in the nicest possible way. Starc starts to get the ball to turn and hits Roy’s outside stump, so I do what any true Brit should, do leave the bar to the Skippies singing ‘Barmy Army, Barmy Army’, even the bloody Doc singing.
The sleeping arrangements are interesting, three single beds and two bunks and we have Santa who is a big unit. I was awoken in the early hours to the sounds of a parade of African elephants mating which didn’t stop until breakfast was served.
I stroll down to breakfast with the first world problem of whether to have the bacon and egg butty or the fresh fruit yogurt. Then it starts, its Shirley Temple that decides to discuss the topic of the Urn and his wing-man Fat Bloke wades in. Then the whole troop of Skippies kick off and the banter starts flying, being in a indefensible position I have no other option but to smile.
Due to high winds the decision is made to cancel a local 50k circuit, so the Legends visit the local primary school where the puppet show is on. Good to see kids understand that Cancer is not contagious . The Constipation are asked questions by the kids and we head back to the pub for lunch. The plans for tomorrow are in, we will be bused to Glen Innes where we will continue the 1000ks 4 Kids.
That’s it for Day 4, disappointing but we are safe, in good spirits and thankful to the Fireries – remember Laughter is the Best Medicine
Family, tomorrow is Tribute Jersey Day.
Badger & Batbottom 