Thursday proved to be fairly wet and miserable with a dropping temperature being some what redolent of Britain, we took Pam into Yarrawnga for a further exploration proving the old idiom that the second explorer of anything gets very little recognition for all of their hard work. It seems to me we visited exactly the same shops as we had done the day before, although to be fair a few new ones were added to the tour , particularly if they housed shoes bags or clothes.
Lunch over we set off for the Byramine Homestead leaving Mike behind to sleep. The homestead was built in 1842 or a widow who had unfortunately lost her husband to bush rangers. The house was designed in a hexagonal shape with octagonal rooms supposedly to offer three hundred and sixty degree visibility, thus giving attacking bushrangers and aborigines a hard job. Floor. Boards were removable to hide weapons and to provide an access to the cellar for children should the house have been attacked.
The tour director was a bit flummoxed by the design of the house and could quite understand how three hundred and sixty degree visibility could have been achieved. This was the oldest standing farmhouse in Victoria and has survive because the wood it was built from is resistant to termite attacks, as though it wasn't enough to worry about bushrangers  attacking your home.
I found the place really fascinating and found myself empathising with the early settlers who clearly had a a very hard time of it.
On the way back to the apartment we went to the Pioneer museum in Mulwala which unfortunately was only open for another fifteen minutes, however there was no one to take our money, which we woudln't have given readily with such a short time scale left so we spent the time looking around until the lady came to lock up professing not to have heard us enter, she even offered to stay open for us which made me think that she didn't get that many visitors.
Dinner was in the same hotel as the previous night and again it was of a high standard.The journey to dinner was eventful as we had apparently to make it in the midst of thunderstorm, so we arrived in the restaurant soaking wet, partly caused by the fact the tour manager had left our rain coats in Bright. There is absolutely nothing quite like having a meal whilst one is soaking wet.
 All in all an interesting afternoon looking at the history of the area.