Midday sun beats down on the rusty roof of a country hall, the heat making creaks and cracks that sound like the first heavy drops of a spring storm.
Inside the Gumble hall, women dash from the poky kitchen carrying plates of fluffy scones with jam and cream, lamingtons, egg sandwiches on fresh white bread and a cake with bright yellow passionfruit icing.
Under the shade of a pair of eucalyptus ...
