Nothing but the Pub

The Union Hotel, Blackall On my Facebook Page A coupla blocks back from Shamrock St, the name the Landsborough Highway assumes as it rolls through Blackall, and suitably a bit west of the Black Stump monument, is the Union Hotel on the corner of Coronation Drive and May St. Just as the pubs on the main drag scream ‘Tourist”, this old double storey beauty drawls, “fair dinkum” so I park the bike out front, stretch out the joints and walk into the coolness.  Sarina, who runs the place with her husband is keeping a couple of locals and one of their dogs well satisfied and after grabbing a schooner of lite, I strike up with a bloke about my age whom I’ve not laid eyes on before at the bend in the bar. His square jaw strong eyes and granite face are sandwiched between a faded but not too filthy workshirt and an off-kilter wide beam and he’s the owner of the decent sized dog that’s just finished checking me out and licking the dead bugs from my riding boots. We exchange s