Terrific Tassie

As we begin to wind down on our trip to this small out crop of rock just south of the big island called Australia ,let me just remind some of you Tassie bashers out there this place is OK.Not one 2 headed local to be seen and no convicts roaming the streets.And to J S of Melbourne it should be safe for you to return ,your crimes have been forgotten and forgiven.As this holiday continues I sense a bit of lethargy starting to creep in,people sleeping in some going to bed early and some having there fair share of booze ,also the main offender could be old age ,as you know us mainlanders will go down kicking and screaming,and never admit defeat.After lunching in Evandale I steer the XR6 south to a place called ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, mental block at the moment.As the phone begins to ring ,sister in law Jane  starts squawking about a music festival taking place in George Town some 70 odd ks from our present location,with a blink of an eye the big ford is now heading north .You guessed it the boot scooters are keen to arrive at this festival that promises so much.On arrival at this remote location the hairs on the back of my neck begin to stand up,I quickly think out loud and say Rednecks ,soon after our arrival my fears we're put a ease when we were offered a spot in the Flamenco dancing class.I soon declined the offer from the hairy legged hostess as she looked a bit suspect to my trained eye.Th e day is almost over and with just one outing planned today ,we will draw stumps after a trip to the casino for a long awaited meal ,see ya later .................WADDA