Louth

I've been thinking to myself lately that my liver has had it too good for too long. So I went with a couple of blokes to Louth on the weekend. For those of you who don't know, Louth is about an hour south-west of Bourke and has a population of about fifty. We went there because the races were on. Apparently.
We left here on Friday evening. We had to go the long way as there was a bit of rain during the week and the Goodooga road was still a bit soft. Beer at the local, then a few roadies, then beer at Walgett and a few roadies (I wasn't driving). We stopped at Brewarrina for some more takeaways and the other blokes wouldn't even get out of the utes. One of them kept his ute going. Bree pub has a reputation for being a bit rough. Wilcannia pub is the only one I've ever felt nervous in. The front bar of the Continental in Broome used to get a bit rowdy at times, too. I survived Bree and we made it to a lovely ladies house in Bourke by about nine o'clock. The boys got put on the bag as we pulled up, but they were safe. We headed for one of the closer pubs for some intense liver abuse.
The pub was full of people from Clyde Agricultural, which is a fair-sized farming company. I hate corporate farming enterprises. I've worked for two of them and they're full of wankers, suckholes and amateur politicians, but mostly suckholes. Clyde Ag is no different. Still, it was good to be able to show the young blokes how to tell what a person's position was in the company by their dress and body language. After a few hours the boys were getting good at it.
I'll fix that tag thing one day. Possibly.
So the next day it was off to Louth. Both of the young blokes are mad keen pig chasers and had brought their dogs with them. Nine of the ugliest animals on the planet. So we had to take them out to a block in North Bourke to leave them for the night. The block is owned by a couple who are building their first house after about ten or fifteen years together. Ninety-six squares in the main part of the house, which includes little touches like two entertainment areas - the pool room and the room that has the pool in it. The walk-in robes in the kid's rooms are bigger than my bedroom. It's fairly big. Nice location, too; right on the Darling River, with it's own jetty.
Then we were off to Louth for the races. We saw one. Out of the three or four thousand people attending, I'd say that's about average.
This is it. It was the last race and the camera skills were suffering by this stage.
As we were fairly late arriving, all the good camping spots were gone and so was all the firewood. No problem, we just wandered around and crashed everybody else's fire. Met a lot of equally drunk people. Actually, I don't think that I've ever met so many drunk women. I don't remember getting back to my swag, but I do remember having about an inch of frost all over me when I woke up., Nothing more beer can't fix. We waited until about lunchtime before we left so that the designated drivers would stand a better chance on the breatho. Not a problem for me, I was getting as nice head of steam up by then. Many beers later, it was dark by the time we got home.
I was a bit ordinary at work this morning, but because it was cold and I had a few fairly physical jobs to do, it didn't last very long.