As we stood around sipping our tea we were welcomed by a constant flow of curious parishioners who asked us the same questions about where we were from, where we were heading and what the devil we were doing here.
It’s hard not to giggle when 50 older and elderly people start mumbling the lyrics of a modern hymn that are projected on a screen by the altar. It’s much more fun to join the congregation in killing the hymn, one long verse at a time.
In terms of actually ‘going to church’, we tend to hold out for the big two—Christmas and Easter. We enjoy singing popular hymns with more gusto than is decent for a couple with modest vocal abilities.
Alstonville Showground is overseen by Jimmy, an ancient caretaker, with an eccentric phone manner that suggests he views the age of telecommunication as an inconvenient fad.
I meditated on the spirit of the little corellas and her are five lessons I drew from this experience.