We decided to have a quiet day relaxing in this little piece of paradise, today but there was enough happening to keep us busy. Rob needed a haircut so that was one important job that needed to be done as was cleaning the vehicle and van. I went for a walk into the town and enjoyed reading about the history of the area. It certainly was not an easy place to live and settle in back in the 1870’ s. Finch Hatton, although only a small town has become well known for its Mountain Bike trails and has become one of the newest destinations, set amongst the world’s oldest rainforests. Apparently, it has a network of world-class trails for all levels. I visited the amazing facilities that have been built here. There was a park with a lovely “pump” track for younger cyclists to go around. The park and track was so busy with many cycling families from the very young to the older generations. It was wonderful to see so many families out and about enjoying the sunshine, many with picnic lunches. On my walk I saw what I thought were 2 detectives as they had the normal police belts on but weren’t in uniforms. This was confirmed later when the manager of the caravan park said that “a body” had been discovered in the back of a ute at the pub. Anyway no one at the pub seemed too perturbed. It was extremely busy and they were doing a roaring trade for lunch. Returning to the van, the conditions were still beautiful but the wind had picked up a little. While sitting outside we noticed a large gazebo that the managers had set up outside their accommodation, had not been secured and took off in the wind. We all rushed over to help the lady who lives there. (She only had one arm.) The boys, Lyn and I all helped and finally the male manager arrived. We managed to get the gazebo back on the ground. It had flown up and come back down, piercing the another two gazebos located nearby.
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