Pub and Polio

We unpacked in the family room in Rudd's Pub and checked out the beautiful bathroom. It has a claw-foot bath, which I intended to try out later.  However, our first task was to change into our second dress theme for our evening in the pub: the theme was BLING! Jo's top doesn't look much in the photo - just a silver square - but if you stroked it, the sequins flipped over and were white on the back. You could make pretty patterns.

We fronted up for dinner and are sure we raised eyebrows amongst all the other diners, who were free campers from their mobile blocks of flats parked over the road.  We had fun though.  Rudd's Pub is famous for its food, and we almost crawled back to our room, full of country cooking. And then into the bath.

Next morning, we were up early for our full breakfast, which was included in the tariff, and it was then that we really had a chance to talk to the (new) publicans. They used to run the Crows Nest Caravan Park.  Gayle and Evan could not have been lovelier, and answered all our questions about the pub in general and Steele Rudd in particular.

Nobby's other famous resident was Sister Elizabeth Kenny, who revolutionised the treatment of polio.  Michael and I had visited her grave in the cemetery but hadn't discovered the museum dedicated to her. "Here's the key", said Evan.

Well it's pretty impressive I have to say.  There is even a framed letter sending congratulations on its opening from actor Alan Alda, who was once a polio patient treated using Sister Kenny's methods, which involved heat packs and exercise, rather than immobilisation.

We spent way longer in there than we intended, then returned the keys.  We were dressed in our third theme which was FLOWER POWER.  Gayle photographed us behind the bar - an offer we couldn't refuse - but we managed to find a better setting to show off our florals later in the day.

We were sad to leave Nobby. It might not have an op shop but it has a whole lot more going for it.

As we headed east towards the highway, Jan decided she had left her phone charger behind. Panic! Screech of brakes! False alarm.