It looked like a slow start to a cool and grey day - which it turned out not to be - so we drove into town to get the election out of the way by casting my vote early, and then to have our usual Sunday roast beef at the Moruya Bowling Club one day early.
After lunch we drove the extra mile to the Mountain View Nursery to look at some deciduous trees on sale at 15% off, but some nasty neighbour must've put the boot in because we were greeted by a sign on the gate stating that the local Council had stopped them from operating a retail business on their premises. There's a nasty one in every town!
Which hadn't deterred another chap along the highway selling a variety of wooden benches, a bus turned into a mobile home, and the above boat named Kieta. Who would've named his boat Kieta? Surely, only someone who had lived in Kieta on Bougainville Island in New Guinea where, more than fifty years ago, I had begun my commercial career which eventually spanned fifteen countries across four continents.
I stopped and was greeted by a real Ocker who told me that he was selling it on behalf of an old geezer who had been a bit of an alcoholic and had both his legs amputated which ended his boating career. He didn't know if his now legless friend had ever been in Papua New Guinea but to me the description sounded just about right of someone who had spent much of his life in that fast-living and hard-drinking place.
I took one last look at the boat and then this photo and drove away.
