GRANTVILLE and the KERNOT PUB

Kirsten and Werner recced this ride some months back only to have rotten weather prevent us giving it a go, until last Sunday. 

Good weather and away we went for a 62km round trip. The speed twins (Werner and Jurgen) quickly out distanced Kirsten and me on the very short, flattish start. In fact, Kirsten was hanging  back somewhat. So out of character was this that I enquired as to the reason for her dalliance. Then, and only then did she confide: "I know what's coming and am conserving energy". 

From then onwards we seemed to be climbing constantly. However, and as K. rightfully commented, we'd done a mammoth amount of hills training since her recce. So the hills we encountered were OK, just endless.

Typical rolling country, the odd snake on the road, the obligatory dead wombat, no traffic and an amazing little delapidated, weather board store/pub at Kernot. There is nothing at Kernot, just a run down pub. 

The place was empty so, we thought it would be a good choice for lunch. 

"Have you booked?" ask the publican.

 BOOKED??!!!!

Observing all the empty tables left us lost as to the need to book. However, we were told we could be squeezed in, if we hurried back.  

SQUEEZED IN???!!!

More puzzlement. So a quick ride back to the cars at Grantville and an equally quick drive back to Kernot. The place was jumping. It was ALIVE.  It was wall to wall people, most with bushy beards. And they kept coming. Bourke St. in the bush.

Seems the pub is a reknown watering hole with lovely meals, very reasonable prices, a delightful bush setting and is well and truly sought after. Our meals were superb and Jurgen topped it off with a homemade plum cake. Setting a standard there Jurgen! As for the Kernot pub. Don't tell anyone. We'll go again.

Thanks to Kirsten and Werner for an excellent  choice. 

A must repeatl

Jon