I was there too...having flown in in an Archer. After getting drunk with the Ed and calling him 'an old hack'; having a morning ride in a powered parachute and dancing with an eagle; putting heaps of faces with their aircraft; seeing a trike overhead the town at 18.10 and hearing of its sad demise; skipping the dinner because of exhaustion; and reaching Aviation Saturation Point, I got weathered in and had to make an unscheduled landing in Mittagong, spending Easter Sunday having an RSL roast dinner.
All in all, a splendid time.
And, gentleman with the Jaguar and an RV7, who rescued me at Mittagong with a lift into town, if you're reading: thank you kindly, sir!
GWAS