Phillup
Dalton Trip
Leader
Alex
& Julie Brew Pajeroo
Wal
& Beryl Phelps Hyundaroo
Greg
& Vicki Martineer Jimnyroo
Muttley
& Robyn Hastings Vectra ( a Holden) TEC & Trip Report
It was a dark and rainy night. To mark the shortest day of the year
a quick trip had been planned to Guilford Leagues Smorgasbord. The Club is located in Tamplin St.Guilford, a few kilometres south of our own meeting hall. It had rained heavily all day, making the approach to the meeting point more hazardous than usual. As I was
two minutes late, and the last through the entry point, Phil gave me the trip report.
After
an initial round of lubricating fluids, the convoy set out for the first
gustation objective – the fearsome Seafood Hill. Prawns, mussels, octopussies,
& fish were some of the more exotic species spotted, poorly camouflaged by
Caesar salad and other greenery. They disappeared very quickly, and we had to
look out for more, as well as keep ourselves hydrated.
Most of
the convoy followed a more traditional course with lamb chops, poultry, roast
beef and unidentified fried objects. These were tackled with enthusiasm,
although not many went round twice. The tail end of the convoy was just gaining
traction, though, and decided to tackle Seafood Hill again.
Even
before this midpoint of the trip, the dust was beginning to hinder our
progress, so some more fluids were applied. The chatter turned to past trips,
laughter, absent friends, Tumut & finally, tractors.
The
last topic took us a little bit off track. Fortunately, Wal’s navigation skills
were available to us, and once he had sorted out which of the Henry Fords had
taken the wrong turn between the Handshake Deal, Patent Law and Old Man
Ferguson, we were back into familiar territory.
The
final stages of the trip took us into wide desserts. Banana fritters, ice
cream, bread & butter pudding, apple crumble, coffee and tea were some of
the features taken in. Although we went looking for it, no mudcake was found, & without Jump
Out Jen Hopfe in the convoy, we really didn’t expect to see any
This
final course concluded our happy trip; We’d just
finished giving thanks to Phil for organising the event, and said goodnight to
all for an enjoyable, trouble free trip, when Phil disappeared into the
badlands of the Pokie lounge, waiting for an arranged recovery by daughter
Tracey. We hope to see him again.
