What a won­der­ful wed­ding

Big Rigs - - COLUMN - LIFE WITH KER­MIE GRAHAM HARSANT con­trib­u­tors@bi­grigs.com.au

LAST time I wrote about heading north to meet up with our Steve, his fi­ancée, Miki and her par­ents, Mike and Glo­ria.

Af­ter wrap­ping up the col­umn we headed out to meet The Out­laws.

The venue was The Boathouse on the shore of Bal­moral Beach, on Syd­ney’s north, a place where I spent many in­glo­ri­ous nights in my younger days.

Steve and Miki were al­ready there upon our ar­rival and it was sooo good to see our boy again, af­ter a cou­ple of years away in the north­ern hemi­sphere, and also to meet our fu­ture daugh­ter-in-law.

Miki is a lovely, vi­va­cious young lady who just man­ages to reach Steve’s shoul­der.

Her par­ents, Mike and Glo­ria, were still to ar­rive and Rita was just a tad ner­vous. “Easy,” said I. “Have a drink.” “No. And nei­ther are you.” Damn. They turned out to be very pleas­ant folk. I pre­sume Glo­ria is be­cause I spent all our time to­gether yakking with Mike.

He’s an en­gi­neer with his own busi­ness and was heav­ily in­volved with the con­struc­tion of the Syd­ney Har­bour Tun­nel. A down-toearth, in­ter­est­ing fella. Steve was at ease as they’d been stay­ing with them for a few days.

Af­ter lunch we packed their suit­cases into the back of the Ter­ri­tory – just. I was on the verge of send­ing out an SOS to see if any of you lot wanted a back load from Syd­ney to Fin­gal Bay. Miki’s par­ents have a hol­i­day home there and it was a chance to get to know Miki bet­ter.

This is an area I’ve hol­i­dayed at nu­mer­ous times in the past and it was strange to see it bereft of hol­i­day mak­ers, but the peace­ful­ness was most wel­come. That is un­til the sec­ond day when a bush­fire broke out on the head­land just up the road, one of two in our area. Co­in­ci­dence? Both Rita and I were ner­vous, hav­ing been in the mid­dle of Black Satur­day back in 2009.

“This is déjà vu,” I com­mented to Rita. “I can see my­self stand­ing on their roof, hos­ing it down tonight.”

“You’ll be do­ing it by your­self then,” she re­sponded.

Wor­ried about things turn­ing worse af­ter we went to bed, Rita was keen – well, not keen ex­actly, but you know what I mean – to stay up through the night. She had vi­sions of her “wed­ding” dress go­ing up in smoke.

I pointed out that if things de­te­ri­o­rated the fire bri­gade would surely come by with lights blaz­ing and sirens blar­ing to in­form us of the on­com­ing doom. Surely enough, just as we were about to turn in, a bri­gade truck did just that – well, lights blaz­ing, any­way. It was then that we dis­cov­ered the fire sta­tion was lit­er­ally two doors up. We slept soundly.

Tak­ing the kids to the air­port, we con­tin­ued north by road. Gee the Pa­cific High­way has im­proved. With the Grafton to Bal­lina sec­tion well un­der way it won’t be long be­fore you guys have plain sail­ing from Syd­ney – well, Hornsby any­way – all the way up the coast.

We spent a few days with close friends Chris and Jane at Bo­gan­gar be­fore pick­ing up our other two boys at Gold Coast air­port and go­ing to By­ron Bay for the night where buck’s and bridal turns took place. On the way we stopped briefly at Cud­gen SLSC where Chris’s band, The Round Moun­tain Girls, were singing up a storm.

Round Moun­tain Girls is a five-piece, all male band. Folk/coun­try music on steroids is the only way I can de­scribe them. Check ‘em out on You Tube. Bril­liant.

Just as well the buck’s Bash was two nights be­fore the wed­ding as there were a few sore heads the fol­low­ing morn­ing.

The wed­ding was held against the beau­ti­ful back­drop of Mount Warn­ing and mother cried. So did I. Steve and Miki looked won­der­ful and said the most beau­ti­ful vows. The night kicked on with great food and music and more ter­rific speeches – all short, which made them even more ter­rific. I’m told even mine was pass­able.

Rita and I were so proud of all our boys and the way they han­dled them­selves through­out the oc­ca­sion. It some­times takes a lit­tle time away from your fam­ily to re­alise just how much they have grown and ma­tured. Now Steve and Miki will shortly re­turn to Lon­don to con­tinue their own lives to­gether in a new chap­ter in their own book. To Rita and I it is the be­gin­ning of the chang­ing of the guard. Love you guys. Take care of you. Ker­mie (Weight un­known this week).


CEL­E­BRA­TIONS: Ker­mie’s son Steve and his new bride Miki.

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