This Christmas may have been my last trip to Mullumbimby; I’m getting too old.
But it was nice to visit Kohinur Hall on NYE, to feel the beginning of my 83rd year on this insignificant speck in space. I didn’t go in because it was well past my bedtime and there were very few familiar faces.
Sitting in the sun in front of the Middle Pub brought some highlights and some food for thought, though I would have forgotten that thought between there and home. I did catch up with a few cherished friends among the endless rubbernecks.
The best was catching up with my last litter, all three boys in the same place at the same time, and seeing the gum trees I planted 50 years ago. It was well worth the 15,000-kilometre journey.
Mullum is still different in a good way. There are many vibrant, attractive, and healthy people about. Some lovely smiles. Car horns are a new attraction, same as when the doofs arrived.
All in all, it’s a lovely place with soul. The only thing I missed out on was a Browny’s pie, they were closed for Christmas. Boo hoo, poor me.
Then the bad part happened. Why did they remove the ‘railway bus’ sign from the railway station?
With my eyes, the cardboard sign on the ground looked like a garage sale sign. The bus now stops behind the post office. Lucky for me that Shannon hadn’t gone fishing, otherwise I’d still be waiting there, homeless.
Now I’m home, sipping a turmeric and black pepper smoothie. Cheers.
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