Today had absolutely nothing to do with food. Well except for the bit when I made a smoked eggplant, fried quail, char grilled onion kasundi simmer sauce with extra fresh chilli well suited to sit on a bed of steamed jasmine rice. But apart from that the day was all about the hanging with the ladies. My two angels that is. I love the days where we get to do stuff together with no distractions, and I tend to fall into the trap of making them jam packed with family goodness. Pair of posers.
Today we headed to the gold mining town from the 1800's called Clunes. A few decades ago it was almost a ghost town, and in some ways it's still very much a sleepy village with a hectic past. For a few years now the town has held a book fair weekend that is getting bigger every year. This year it was packed! So many people came up from the city to visit us country folk. I'm a sucker for old books, I love being taught new things from old books. Make sense? It's the same way I feel about music. As I type I'm rocking my saturday away to ancient recordings of Billie Holiday, because she teaches me new things about music. The same can be said about books.
Clunes. A time capsule.
We strolled the makeshift book stands trolling through the books, Laney looking for anything Tintin, and I was looking for a first edition of Angelo Pelligrini's 'Unprejudiced Palate' while Tia kept an eye out for the next available ride on the ponies (or was picking her nose......let's be honest).
We took time out to enjoy a traditional Punch and Judy show. Do they still have these anywhere else in the world? Anyway, the girls (and I) loved it. So much murder, so much comedy.
Gobbled an RSL fundraiser snagger...(during the show catering)
Then we managed to find our way out of a hay bale maze......
After the excitement of taking in a show we grabbed a ride on an old milk cart pulled by the sweetest Clydesdales, and drove by the gentlemen Bruce and his sweet dog, Baily. These moments I treasure, but the girls, well I hope they're getting some great childhood memories burnt into their sweet little heads. Do they look like they're having fun?
So many things I'd like to say here....
They was was still day to be used before the early onset of an autumn dusk, so we popped the old Jeep into 4WD and made our way up the tricky track to the summit of Mt Beckworth. The wind roared, the air had an arctic touch, Laney and I froze, Tia on the other hand stayed snug and snoring in the Jeep.
Not so long ago I used to hunt rabbits on this mountain with an old friend, but the last few times I've gone on my own. I like slowly making my way to the top of the mountain, bagging a few beasties on the way up. When I reach the top my bag is usually full enough of rabbits so I take time out on my rock. I just sit and stare at the stars and ponder. I think about people, the people I know, I think about who we are and what we do. And I think that most of it doesn't matter. This rock that I rest on will still be here long after I'm gone. Maybe the rock means more than all of us and our thoughts and actions. Maybe the rock is a reminder to us of how short a time we have here. What we can do with our time and what we leave behind. Maybe it's just a rock and maybe I think too much.
By this time we needed to wind down from all the excitement so we headed to the old School house, where I'll be moving to in a few weeks to start the next chapter in my life.
I'll be literally living it 'old school'
Oh and if you didn't notice from the photos......winter weather is finally here!!!