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MASTERTON BARBECUE Whilst awaiting the arrival of our we all sang lusty ballads on various golden pumpkin on Friday night our topics such as the revolution, the harvest Fairy Godfather, Brian Devon, gave us and Lennon McCartney. The fire glowed the gen on the "do" set for the coming dim and eyes grew bright, and happy but two noons and nights. It sounded like weary people skipped (ha, joke) off to to be a real swinging affair so we their little nests under the stars. (Devon hitched up our pumpkin and rode out snored.) of town. Next day was fine, and dead looking, The night was young and we were hollow shells walked about and bade gay, so we sang, yodelled and crooned each other "good mournings"! the whole of the bus trip (t'was a full At the striking of the tenth hour all moon). When we reached Masterton I was well (or at least recovered) and we hopped off and hitch hiked out next morn proceeeded to the Mt. Bruce Bird to greet the mob. Timed it just right too Sanctury where we stood tongue-in- -they had already dug the pit for the cheek and ogled at the neat birds. hangi and were all heading off for a Meanwhile, back at the farm, some swim. T'was a cool swim (too cool) and of the blokes who were alergic to birds some didn't come in (all the "IN" group (like most of us) put on some mutton did though). for lunch. It was consumed with great That afternoon three of us ventured relish and we then returned to ye olde up the road to the Mikimiki on cycles swimming hole to bask in the sun and and after having a "Grand Slalom" water. After some hi-diving we tuned with the white markings on the road we into the top "60" and sunbathed in the arrived back to see the presentation of grass-don't touch my back! the hangi. Later we walked back to the farm- T'were a goodly meal that night, and house for a brew and biscuits which were most pleasant and topped off very nicely COVER PHOTO: a real swinging trip. -"Fanny Hill". The Lower Dart River, taken by Rose- Our thanks to the Masterton Tramping mary Chittenden. Club, and in particular John Welsh. See you next year.


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