Thanksgiving Lunch on Scotland Island.

Plan A was for a Thanksgiving Day feast to be in the form of a gathering on the beach at Towlers Bay. The weather wasn't being cooperative so the venue was changed, after much consultation among the American girls, to Scotland Island. This was just as well because I'd hate to guess how the 9kg turkey was going to be transported.

Judy from Goondawindi II, one of the ring leaders and the venue host.

Everyone chipped in, which pretty much meant that everyone ate way, way, w a a a a a y too much. All offerings needed to be sampled. Heck, someone had to do it! The Bloke was up for it and so was everyone else. We began with our contribution of small sausage rolls which although not traditional, were eagerly gobbled. No leftovers for the poor Bloke.

 

Part of our problem might have been the size of our wine glasses!

We retreated back to Zofia almost unable to bend in the middle and declared drinkies and dinner to be CANCELLED.... Possibly indefinitely!