A city coach traveled to rural New South Wales for mentoring, then reluctantly enjoyed drinks with local coaches after the seminar.
Last week I was out Bush! This city boy ventured deep into Country New South Wales, avoiding kangaroos, cows, horses and other animals to do a bit of coach mentoring.
I live in Brisbane (very much a city) and took the flight to Canberra (another city) before driving four hours West to Narrandera (country) where I held a coach's night, attended by several local coaches from the host and neighbouring clubs.
The President of Narrandera Lizards, nicknamed Bundy for reasons unbeknownst to many, couldn't get me to the local pub fast enough at the conclusion of my seminar.
Of course, I fought against this awful suggestion with every fibre of my being, but lost. And, met by another coach I mentor, Kye, who'd travelled a fair way to catch up, I felt obliged to sink a few schooners with them (under duress of course).