We headed over to the Wairalda Rail Social Club for Friday night dinner. I had visited on my last trip and had the best Friday night out I'd had in ages. I love feeling a quasi part of the community (cries of G'day Lol when I walked in the door), meat raffles (Glenn won, I didn't), talking about farming (it was here, I learnt that if a new calf dies and mummy cow is full of milk, you have to buy a new calf, then skin the dead calf and make the new calf wear the dead calf's skin and then rub the piss of mummy cow all over it, which cannot be a good feeling) getting a $3 dinner (curried sausage or beef stew) and having a laugh (everyone loves a good piss take). It was a top night and beats going to the Beach Hotel on Friday in Byron any day.
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