Cullinan

We took ourselves off for a wander in Cullinan after a holiday walk with the hoolies.

I had been to the village before but Arnie hadn't yet had the pleasure. After some shopping we found a spot at the local brewery where there was live music and some pretty decent beers being served.

We had expected the place to a little busier, as did the locals, only some plonker had stolen a stretch of track on which an old steam train nomally brought visitors. Those found abandoned after the train derailed were less than happy as you can imagine. A couple of beers later though and they seemed to have put the sorry affair behind them and got into the swing of celebrating Human Rights Day.

The only downside is that it's back to work for me again in the morning.