For this post we are not only indebted once again to our antipodean Bathurst correspondents but also to one of their friends. He sent us some sconological information on Clancy’s Cafe, in Yeoval, New South Wales. The friend’s name is Paterson, the cafe is contained within the Banjo Paterson museum (see title photo by Gabriela B) and we are Patersons so this post is really a celebration of Patersons the world over. As you can see the little town of Yeoval is “still the greatest” but don’t drink the water. We don’t want to get accused of stereotyping but its our understanding is that Australians only drink beer so don’t suppose that’s any kind of real hardship.
Waltzing across the outback
Banjo Paterson was brought up in Yeoval so presumably, he went straight from mother’s milk to drinking beer at an early age. He is to Australia what Robert Burns is to Scotland. 
An author, balladeer and poet who has kind of come to symbolise the country’s identity. He wrote under the pseudonym “The Banjo”, the name of his best-loved horse. He died in 1941 and is probably best remembered as the originator of Waltzing Matilda. Perhaps typical for Australia, the song celebrates a sheep rustling itinerant hobo who waltzes (walks) from farm to farm with his matilda (knapsack of belongings). It’s pure nostalgia for a vanished way of life!
The Clancy of Clancy’s Cafe is another daredevil character who appears in several of his stories. For a review of the scones, however, we are indebted to fellow sconey, Toni of The Devonshire Tea Guide who visited Clancy’s back in 2015: “Whatever brings visitors to Yeoval is what I say, and for me, the scones definitely would. 
They are lovingly homebaked, light and fluffy with a creamy texture and taste. The cream is sensational. Real cream whipped thick with an electric beater – how hard is that? Not very, and I wish more places did it. The jam is average but nice and thick and not syrupy sweet, and the mix works brilliantly. Scone lovers are crazy not to stop for five-dollar Devonshire Teas, and maybe linger to learn a bit more about the illustrious poet”. So now you know, next time you are in Yeoval, Clancy’s is the place.
Clans
Like Banjo Paterson, our correspondent is of Scottish descent. In fact, his grandmother was Banjo’s niece. All Patersons are part of Clan MacLaren so we are all related in one way or another. Scotland, however, currently has a problem with its clans. Clan MacLeod has given rise to President Trump and we even have Clan Johnson …. aargh!! We can only apologise to the world for those aberrations. Reassuringly, as far as we know, Putin has no Scottish connections and neither has Kim Jong Un. Boris actually visited Scotland for a few hours yesterday to encourage donors to the Tory party to keep on digging deep. The essence of his message to the rest of the people of Scotland was: “After over 300 years of Westminster rule, Scotland is too wee, too stupid and too poor to be able to do anything for itself” Talk about shooting yourself in the foot?
NSW 2868 tel: +61 427 208 913 Clancy’s
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PS: As you all know, our famous Trossachs correspondents are avid sconeys. However, you may not be aware that they are also keen jigsaw puzzlers. They even do scone jigsaws. Yes, they have a scone jigsaw! Goodness knows where they got that from? 
One of the scones is actually repeated elsewhere in the puzzle. No prizes but well done if you can spot it.
Hello Bill
if your readers are interested Waltzing Matilda was written in the Queensland town of Winton. The man in the story was an itinerant worker (permanent jobs with four weeks leave hadn’t been invented then) and in the song he only drank tea. These days the story would probably be told that he was an oppressed peasant force to be on the lamb (pun intended) running from those British soldiers/police/trappers who had it in for people of his ilk. Maybe he was sent here for a 7 year holiday for stealing a lamb sandwich? As to drinking beer, well you have to clean the water up somehow and adding some natural ingredients to it has to make it better for you right? Though I can tell you reliably no beer goes with a good scone, not even in the dimmest darkest corner of the country.
Cheers
Duncan
Your little town of Winton of Banjo Paterson fame actually gets its name from Winton Castle just south of Edinburgh. It was requisitioned by Bonnie Prince Charlie during the 1745 Jacobite uprising. The castle’s architect was none other than John Paterson … spooky, everywhere you look there’s a Paterson. And the world is all the better for it I would suggest. However, I do bow to your superior knowledge of beer/scone combos Duncan.
A part of this post is very distressing. I knew that I shared some DNA with earthworms— they are at least productive useful little creatures. To learn that I might share some with Trump is unbearable. I need to read some Banjo ballads, accompanied by a scone.
Apologies Jim, but no need for any distress. The MacLeods were always a dodgy lot, not to be confused or associated in any way with the ancient and honourable MacLarens. Not saying the MacLarens have long memories but we do still have a bone to pick with the MacGregors (scoundrels) who displaced us from our lands in Balquidder around 1512. Anyway, you’ll feel better after a scone and a ballad.
Would that be a fish bone?
Yes, a great muckle whale bone.