Cessnock October 2008

I am sitting in Cessnock public library wondering what time it is?. We are touring the sites ( and shops) of Cessnock before Pete and Jo's wedding. We are working out way up to what could be a wild afternoon. I managed to sleep through most of the raucous singing of the last night. We are staying at Potter's Brewery, which has this amazing selection of boutique brewed beer. H got a sample tasting set of glasses last night which created some consternation when he carrried all four glasses back to the table at one time. People were worried he was trying to catch up after the "40" minute drive to the Newcastle airport which actually turned out to be about 90 minutes.

The rooms are great, but a little noisy for some. We can't work out if the revellers were from the Hogan wedding party or the footy trip. Anyone with the name of Hogan is denying any knowledge of the disturbance. We have just spent 3 days at Hawkesnest, driving up and down the coast watching hockey and stalking old friends. ( We would have kept driving but the locals said no stalk is complete unless you actually drop in and demand to be fed and watered which we were with great gusto.)We spent a day boating on Port Stevens. Kneeboarding is not H's fortee but I don't think there is any sport called manbooby boarding. Or maybe white whale flapping . The wind was very bracing and even though I did nothing but hang on for dear life I still worked up a great appetite for the prawn and mayo sandwhiches at lunch. A long walk on the beach was more my pace in the afternoon. I forced myself to swim in the ocean because H and D had done it, but it was freezing. I had to dodge a few macho fishermen four wheel driving to their favourite beach fishing spot but other then that it was a vehicle free walk. Almost as much physical hard work as the ute muster rubbish pick up, but much less smelly.


The Wedding AfterNoon

The mobile phone wedding pictures - never to be repeated exiquisite photography. ( Once we worked out how to get if off the video option and learned how to turn them the right way up.)

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October 13

The wedding was great fun. There was just the right amount of tears and laughter. The bride was beautiful, the groom distinguised.The speeches were funny, sad, moving and honest (but not too many scary Deni boy stories). The music was fabulous. Who could forget the crooning words of "Mrs Hogan" (AKA Mrs Robinson) tamboreened very beautifully by the new bride. We danced the night away, with only one ot two hammy strains, twisted ankles and hoarse voices. I am still waiting for my request to be played ( route 66 and Day dream Believer ) Start rehearsing boys I want to dance to them at Pete's 60th.
Love yous all