Through Broulee and up to Mossy Point for lunch on a disappointingly grey and damp day, then a bit of an explore and down to the boat ramp Jo vanished as Cam and I examined the recalcitrant front shifter, discovering a rusted and collapsed outer cable which we temporarily bypassed with a lump of driftwood wedged surprisingly effectively between frame and derailleur. Large soft hail sludge starting as we decided to head back looking for Jo, she caught us up and we headed briskly back through Broulee to the caravan park.
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