I stayed in a small country town called Cooyar, swinging again. (In the hammock, calm down!). The local pub was banging, full of interesting characters. The local house painter Dave (Rembrandt), Dave the cowboy and Dave McCoy. All bikers who run the Viagra Outlaws club, sworn enemies of the blue rinse brigade. One guy even rides with his oxygen cylinder. Hardcore or what?
Dave Mac was a flat track racer who did well in his time, father of Garry McCoy, current GP racer doing really well. Great people and a cracking night out!
I’d set up in the back field away from everyone, next to a fenced off area. I knew it was a grave, but that didn’t really bother me. In the morning I had a closer look. Poor Ethel Tebb wasn’t even 5 years old when she died. I don’t know why she wasn’t in a cemetery, details were scarce. Such a small plot from over a century ago, yet still very moving.