On then on to a Freesort for the night,
The
Freesort was the home of a cousin, Tony, and his wife, Michelle. After a week on the road, cafe, restaurant and takeaway meal, Michelle's home cooked roast lamb, fresh vegetables and home made apple pie was welcomed. Not having seen Tony for five years or more, the beer and BS flowed freely - until we runout, and the we knocked the top off a bottle of Black Jack.
Day 8 - Tinonee to Windsor went something like this:
Packed and ready to ride.:
Not many pics today, but we did stop at Dungog, the
School of Arts:
The
Royal Hotel:
Down the Putty Road towards Sydney. The Putty is one of the great riding roads, sure it can be busy with 60km/h & 80km/h speeds limits and on weekends heavily policed and thus many Aussie riders say the ride is now spoiled, but mid-week, Phil and I were the only riders / vehicles for 80km and we had FUN.
Onto the Hawkesbury Hotel at Windsor (an outer NW suburb of Sydney) for the hight. Problem was the publican had double-booked our rooms, despite me having an email confirmation on my iPhone.
He was helpful though, had an assistant call local hotels and motels to find us another room, and whilst doing this plied us with some draught beers to ease his guilt. Problem with that was, we couldn't have too many because we did not know how far we still had to ride.
To solve that problem, he gave us a couple of travellers, ie. in this case it was two 750ml bottles of Toohey's Old Dark Ale. What a nice guy! There was no problem with that as dark ale is a favourite of mine, not Phil's though, so his problem.
I did sleep well.