Postcard from Stockinbingal

 

Evening shadows in the farmyard

A beautiful Anzac Day here in Stockinbingal. Friends Sandra, Keith and I drove a few kilometres up the road to the tiny settlement of Springdale to attend the Anzac Day service at 9.00am. No dawn service in the cold for these country folk. It really was charming. A crowd of locals most of whom had arrived in their utes and SUVs stood under gumtrees with kookaburras making a contribution to the proceedings. Many of the men were giving their suits a rare outing. A few of them were wearing medals-their own, their father's or even their grandfathers. 

The absolute highlight was a flyover by a WW2 Spitfire from the local aviation museum. It arrived right on cue and made a low pass over the ceremony. It was a very emotional sight.

Proudly wearing his Dad's medals.

Friends Keith and Sandra. My hosts.