Currently, whilst enjoying the beautiful surrounds of Port Lincoln, we are valiantly attempting to struggle through the consumption of 5 litres of what can only be described as “metho mixed with fruity elixir”. Apparently – Steve tells me that in the Bottle-O at what ever mining town we were in at the time of it’s purchase – that you could buy 129 varieties of beer and 1 X 5 Litre cask of “classic dry white”….. NO OTHER WINE … no bottles…. No ½ way decent 2 litre Banrock Station chatau’de’ cardboards….. NOTHING!!!!!
Are there no miners that are desirest of a drop of fine ambrosia …. Are there no miner’s wives / girlfriends / partners whose idea of a delightful sup involves something other than that which is brewed with hops?????
I think I am going to have to surreptitiously empty out the cask in 500ml lots so as not to arouse suspicion. Currently I am seriously considering going tee-total (YES Doris and Don.- that’s how desperate things have become!)
Did I also mention that all the off-road 4WD’ing has resulted in 6 escapee eggs disappearing into the bowels of the back of the ute. Amazingly only one broke down there and Steve has very cleverly swooshed the guts of it down a handy drain hole – thank heavens for such a skillful co-traveller.
