We arrived in Quorn just after four on Friday, checked into our B and B and then had a look around town.
Frankly, a ghost town had more happening at that time on Friday. No-one at the pubs and virtually no cars, yet at 6.30PM Emily's was buzzing the E2E 5 arrival all vying for a meal.
Great atmosphere and would ne a great place for our Saturday dinner, if it hadn't been booked out. Them's the breaks.
Saturday morning and Quorn turned on the best winter morning possible, cold, crisp and frosty.
|Cold Quorn morning|
John Babister excelled on the previous weekend away producing home made Madeleine's and justly received the Heysen Hotshots Award.
|Hotshots Award to John.|
|Looking back to Horrock's down Cudmore Hill|
Then followed the usual ups and down of the ridgeline with great views to the east, west, north and south, in fact panoramic view. There are benefits of cold still nights-clear skies and great views.
Lunch was taken on a log, well a bloody big tree really, and it was delightfully warm in the sun.
|A sign of the times|
There was a dispute as to which side of the fence we should be walking, which lasted most of the afternoon, and was resolved by our arrival at the turn-off to Broadview. One party was clearly WRONG!!
Then the very pleasant walk off the Trail to the cars and Broadview
Dinner at the Austral Hotel, an old favourite of the Friends, and the viewing of the various TRAIN themed costumes.
There are the enthusiasts, the mildly interested and the can't be bothered groups with regards themes. Unfortunately, the can't be bothered's rule in numbers at least.
Thankfully the regulars made up this group with the "Afghan" and the "Engine Driver" being the stand-outs, with some rather esoteric (intended for or likely to be understood by only a small number of people with a specialized knowledge or interest) "Flying Scotsmen", a man with a regal "train" and a man who had tickets on himself!!
Bed to sleep to dream, as tomorrow is a big day!