I went to this festival thinking it will be nice to see my old cobber again who is the parish priest there. WoW did I get a surprise at the standard of the music and costume of the traditional Tongan and African Choirs. I checked into the caravan park at Penrith and slept in the car. I'm getting quite good at all this climbing in and out of small spaces. It was still cold enough to have the 3 blanket doona and I love waking up in the morning with a cold dewy face and listening to the birdsong. Which beings me to say that I love the fact that my old cobber whistles songs. Its not a sound that is heard much any more and I love it.
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