Friday

Another beautiful Qld morning, just right for a leisurely breakfast with fellow grandparents or cousins, a bit of washing on the line and a clean up before heading up to Terranora for morning tea at Dobby's Cres. At least that is one place on the Tweed that is still the recognizable.
Bob and Cheryl had prepared a great morning tea on their spectacular verandah, and when we arrived the littlies were all down exploring the tree house in the jungle.

Margaret and Col were there to greet us too. Col was out of hospital for a morning's reprieve, but not well at all.

During morning tea the announcement of the decade was made by a proud Dad of Jess and Mitchell's engagemnet and happy congratulations and photos followed.

After demolishing all Cheryl's cooking Bob took us next door to no.8, which still seems just as it was when Dad was working at the bench. Big kids oohed and ahhed at MG and motorbikes and grown up toys, while littlies loved a rocking horse and doll's house made by the man of the house. THose old enough just loved the memories of happy holidays there.

From there Greg, Ian and Bob took to the bikes and headed for Uki, with the rest of us following by car, with little kids all changing cars to be with cousins &/or grandparents. Lunch was at the idyllic Uki Cafe, where we occupied the entire verandah, kids up one end, parents the other. Hamish slept through the lot..... utterly exhausted from just trying to keep up with the big kids, which he normally does with gusto.
From Uki everyone dispersed, mostly to give the families a bit of a rest. Barry and Anne took the long way home past Mur-bah church, Byangum Rd house, main st, Tech College and Art Gallery, all much as we remembered.
Dinner was back at Brushbox Crt, with all the gang plus Bob and Cheryl. Marty 'drove' the bbq and Joy and Rachel added salads and southerners the dessert.

       the show                                                                                

The highlight of the night was the impromptu performance of the 3 little girls, with items inculding skipping, gymnastics, song and a glorious speech by Sacha. Grandparents and parents all suitably bursting with pride.
Last but not least, Greg showed us his DVD of the family motorbike history, starting from Dad's first bikes to the current day. No-one counted, but there must have been hundreds, of every make and style, and all of them 'fabulous' bikes, except one it seemed. Ducatis were the stars. Little boys watched and soaked it all in, some falling asleep on the floor in front of the telly, no doubt dreaming of motorbikes.