The quality of the night's sleep wasn't good either with all the usual reasons you don't sleep as well when away from your own bed.
Anyways - got the billy on for the morning's first heart starter and went about systematically packing all the gear back onto what seemed was quite a diminutive Sports Tourer at this point.
Rode down the last bit of the range through to Urunga on the coast, and swung southbound for NSW's beautiful Central Coast Region.
I made my way down to Port MacQuarie for another fuel and brekky stop...
The next few hundred kilometres involved riding through central New South Wales and the lovely wheat, cattle and sheep farms that adorn the scenery...
We decided to go to a hotel he spied on the way in for a steak. I was to be his bikie b*tch on the back of the trike - quite an experience.
When we returned to camp with a couple of 'roadies' we had purchased, Growly unveiled his evil plan of deceit and destruction...... THIS....the PURPLE DEATH!
You didn't 'pour' yourself a drink, you 'scooped' one up with your coffee mug!
All through the night, Growly kept threatening to leave a little present for me outside my tent!
Bless him - woke to find my coffee mug washed out, a fresh bottle of water, and a tube of Berocca!