Wednesday, 17 August 2016

Becoming reacquainted with an old friend


We sit quietly in our home away from home reading and blogging as we listen to the trucks on the highway and the local indigenous radio station.  A quiet evening in a quiet camp.  We are down to three couples here in Birdsville as Pete and Di have ‘popped’ home for a wedding and we farewelled Don and Maureen last night.  We had a great night around the camp fire – Sherrill, Liz and David popped in to say their farewells. Alesia also popped over as did the Taswegians – Terry and Eileen and Brian and Lorraine.  We also welcomed the newest arrivals Kristina and Peter, who have just enjoyed three years on a boat around the Whitsundays. 


We all love the shared meals around the camp fire, a plater to share and your own cutlery, plates, drinks and a chair and away you go for a fun night.  The fun night ended only minutes ahead of the day turning to tomorrow so there were a few weary people around here today!!   However we were still at work bright and early.

Will had one truck on the wash bay by 9.30am while I washed glasses, the only windscreen in the place I can reach and I become acquainted with a well-known friend – my mop!! Will has put me onto a new way of cleaning the floor – a can of degreaser is now never far from my side but hot soapy water over the top and on the non-grease spots brings the place up nicely. 
 
As well as the physical work there is also the aspect of chatting to visitors which I really enjoy – now that I know a little about the trucks!!  I was explaining how the Kenworth Shed works to two gentlemen from Canberra when one said “It sounds like you take more than just a little interest in this - you obviously take great pride in your work here.”  I stopped and thought for a moment and realised how true that statement was. I feel very proud to say we had a part in the new shed going from an empty room to a museum, and I still get tingles down my spine when I see the DVD playing in the video room if I catch a glimpse of the truck parade, the naming of the building or the speech at the Women’s Breakfast.  Yes, we do take pride in our work here and we are proud to have left our mark here for however long or short it remains. 

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