Sunday lunch Aussie style.

Up and out early to the farmer's market. Saw some of the same market folk, including my lovely Tapioca Man. Got a couple of big pineapples for $5. It's obviously a very social event, with lots of locals meeting up and having breakfast there. Saw my favourite little dumpling pancakes, but resisted. I should bring one of their machines back and start up a wee stall in the Meadows!

A pleasant drive up to Boreen Point, once again admiring the wonderful roads in what must be out in the sticks. We drove down to the lake, but sat in the car and watched the wind surfers. It was very windy and quite cold until the sun eventually came out from behind the clouds. 

I popped into the wee local shop to get a Sunday paper. A wee lad walked along the road with me asking what my name was. I asked what his name was.
'Leo.'
'Leo? I know a Leo in Scotland.'
'No, my name's LEEE-OOOH' (said in an Aussie accent).
'That's what I said- Leo' (said in a Scottish accent).
'No. LEEE-OOOH!' (said a bit louder in an Aussie accent).

It went on for several more exchanges, then I had to leave it before he got rather frustrated at this strange grown up who couldn't even say his name properly. We waved to each other up the road, both with some relief. 

And so we went up for the spit roast at the local pub. And what a place it is too! Massive! Fed hundreds for lunch, all seated around the verandahs and under the trees.

The building is a traditional 'Queenslander' - big verandahs all round. Although they don't all have the purpose of the building painted on the roof! :-)

The place was mobbed with fabulous bikes (not the push variety) and huge 4WDs. Obviously the place to be on a sunny Sunday.

The poor pig was just about ready, roasting on a spit, and had been since 4am. The chef (cook) had slept with it, apparently. [EDIT after Doricman's hilarious comment: the pig was not alive at the time. It had left this world and was gently roasting]. It being an open wooden building, sort of a 'summer kitchen', can't be left alone if the open fire is on. He did look rather tired as he carved the pig up expertly.

We all queued nicely and chatted to the biker neighbours from the 'Ulysses' group. They're not a biker gang, they made sure we understood. Just a bike club. 300,000 members worldwide, apparently.

I knew there was 'muzak' at the pub, as J had told me to book a table as far away from the band as possible. I was prepared for it. 'Muzak' and live 'music' are different things. I love most live music.

Except music in which the main instrument is the banjo...

This chap had a banjo. 

'Nuff said.

While we were in the queue, I spotted two kookaburras (tick them off the list now) sitting up in a tree above the outdoor tables. I got a couple of shots of them, but as I did a birdy blip yesterday, I won't share them with you. Anyway, JoanneInOz blipped a super shot the other day.

There was suddenly a great cafuffle and one of the kookaburras swooped down and stole some food off a plate. The woman serving says they're a complete pest, as they often have to replace meals and drinks as they swoop in and knock everything flying. 

Gotta love these cute cheeky Aussie birds!