We stopped near Br. 7 for lunch, and the rain stopped too. Nice bright sunshine returned so we made haste, but it didn't last long.
As we approached Hawksbury Junction it chucked it down with horizontal hail, and once we managed to get moored up okay it all stopped, and the sun came out.
We went in the Greyhound for a quick pint and to book a table for later. Luckily they could fit us in at 5 O'Clock, but we had to vacate by 7, as there was a 50th birthday party booked for thirty people.
We had a lovely meal, I had rump steak (without the garlic thingy) and Lin had 'am eggn chips - just what we needed.
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