After a short drive (only a couple of hundred kms) we pulled into Daly Waters. The historical old pub. FINALLY, Tristan could have a beer… He had been there three times before on school camp and had always had a lemon squash or a sarsbarella. This time it was "a pint of VB thanks mate!" To this day, it was the coldest and tastiest beer he has ever had.

Whilst having a drink we bumped into an old fella doing the same. JL was his name- 'John JL Liston', he even gave Tristan his card. Return serviceman. He was definitely on for a chat, discussing this amazing country of ours and many other current affairs.

That night was reef and beef night, and so b***** it…we treated ourselves. The pub also had a happy hour…. Let's just say we made up for the many years that we couldn't drink at Daly Waters!

Daly Waters-1 vs. Tara & Tristan-0.