Greenhills 19 November 2006

Got up early and got to Greenhills for breakfast. Unfortunately there was only the Poets Breakfast left and it was finishing up. We were invited to join in the hot breakfast and tea and enjoyed the remaining humorous poems. This is one of the frustrations of travelling – it is often very hard to find out about current festivals. The locals raved on about what a great night they had last night and it is taking a bit of grief counselling between us to come to terms with missing out! Greenhills is literally a one horse town, so we pulled up next to the pub and settled down for a catch-up day. The actual hotel is fully done out in the appropriate heritage furnishings and feels like times gone by. It sits in the middle of wheat fields and is yellow all around! Green is the colour of winter in WA when it rains and has dry summers. All things are reversed here!