‘Twas a quick visit to the Creswick ground, home of the Wickers. My better half (by far) was keener on visiting the local woollen mill. (It uses alpaca wool, sheep wool and possum fur. Fancy shearing a possum?)
And, with all due respect to the good sporting citizens of this goldfields town, there wasn’t a lot on offer in the sporting precinct. Well, not on an Easter Monday. Come a Saturday the place would be buzzing with footballers, netballers, soccer players…
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