The final day rolls in with rain — and plenty of it. Spirits could’ve been dampened, but this is the Show. It goes on.
Crowds still trickle through, hoods up, smiles on. I’m tucked in my ticket booth, watching the ebb and flow of families, friends, and my faux Showkids soaking up every last moment.
As the final fireworks fade, the rides slow, and the lights dim, I realise how deeply this experience has changed my perspective.
We hand back our uniforms, say heartfelt goodbyes to our new friends, and thank Broderick, Susan, and Blake Pavier for letting us step inside their world.
Camping onsite — with the Wild Mouse roller coaster tests as our morning alarm and the Showground as our backyard — was unforgettable. This has been a once-in-a-lifetime experience, and one I’ll carry back to my office in Burleigh with newfound appreciation for what our Members live and breathe every day. And unless you’re born into this industry, you don’t get to do this, so how fortunate are my children, my husband and myself to have had this opportunity?!
The pack-down begins for the Showmen, but for us, it’s time to hitch up the van and head for the Nullarbor.
