It’s Saturday morning, on the first weekend in March and it’s our first time to Wellington.
What to do, what to do, what to do?
I know, let’s go to the information centre in Cameron Park, the centre town, and find out what's happening.
OK we’ve got:
- The Wellington Vintage Parade – only happens once a year and, yes that’s right, it’s the first Saturday in March – hell we can’t miss that.
- Then there’s the Phosphate Mine and Wellington Caves – another must do.
- On Sunday there’s the Wellington Antiques Fair/Swap Meet – which, once again, only happens once a year and, yes that’s right, it’s the first Sunday in March – we can’t miss that.
Schedule full we left the centre happy in the knowledge we wouldn’t miss a thing.
We didn’t have far to walk to watch the parade as Cameron Park is just of Nanima Cresent, in the centre of town and this road, as well as Lee Street, was the route of the parade.
As the parade didn’t start until 11am and it was only 10am we decided to head to the café on the Nanima Cresent & Lee Street corner and order breakfast. Dale ordered a bacon and egg roll with coffee and I got a couple of slices of raisin toast with a fruit juice.
After completing breakfast we ambled our way to the deep roadside curb and took our positions on the concrete curb with scores of local kids and parents. Fortunately, the shop awnings provided plenty of shelter because the brilliant sun was out in its full glory.
What’s that we heard – brass band wind instruments and horns tooting – the parades heading our way.
First to appear down the road was the a police car with its strobe lights flashing followed closely by the New South Wales Correctional Services Brass Band and then a whole line of vintage cars, a number of floats and vintage motorbikes. Then came the vintage tractors, steam engines, horse drawn carriages, and vintage trucks. Thrown in with all these was also a Scottish Pipe Band.
People were waving from the vehicles to the bystanders and vice-versa. For a small town it sure knew how to throw a party.
The kids on the side of the road were running around collecting bags of lollies, tossed at them by the emergency services people taking part in the procession. Bright colored costumes stood out against the black tarmac and the dark coloured vintage vehicles. Everyone applauded the pipe band when they paused, in between tunes, just in front of us.
There were smiles all round. It was about 12 – 12.30pm when it all ended and everyone started to disperse in all directions.