Matt's had a mad driving session so it's a rest day at the campsite. He snoozes after brekkie and Jacq is reading Mike Lawsons "dead on arrival".

Around 4pm we decide to check out the Local RSL club, considering we are now members - why not?! It is basically an ex service man's club with cheap drinks and food. We meet a guy from our campsite called Marty, he's working here, a flight away from his 3 kids and wife in Brisbane and joins us. Really friendly guy whose catchphrase becomes "with Marty it's a party" - yep, he was sooo right. We bet on a horse at ascot - $5 on the nose- it's far from it and places near last.

Everyone is so friendly here - we decide to head back to the campsite for a few with Marty and Matt breaks out the guitar - Marty is loving it and Jacq cooks chorizo pasta.

Marty brings over a lad who works with him called Joe, who funny enough, is from Donegal!! Marty pranks him into getting out of bed by promising a homemade stew by an Irish colleen…. Hmmm. gutted! He also sings and plays and the evening becomes great craic with Joe belting out Irish tunes and Matt singing his newly repertoire such as Thinking Out Loud and Galway girl.

Behind us there's a family reunion taking place - and of course, we notice the noise. We are soon as you might imagine in the midst of it. 30 members of a family have met up for a weekend of drinking and they invite us to join, they all have Irish ancestry, their surname's Mcloughlin - Irish really are bloody everywhere!!!

It's a great night and the lads' tunes go down a storm, really friendly bunch offering their homes to us, as we drive south - so generous but we won't take them up on it as we never know how each day's going to go with the weather so can't plan where we'll be, plus drunken invites can be regrettable ;)

We drink light beer, so we're shockingly pretty level headed all night and opt for an early one around 12am. We know - it's hard to believe! Great family and new friends, great night!