I’ve always been a bit of a scavenger. Ever since I was a kid I’d pocket pretty shells, inspect interesting leaves or steal stems from the garden. It’s a habit that I’ve maintained into adulthood and I love taking a wander a somewhere, just to see what I can find.
The Malvern Hills were literally a five minute walk from our house in England and I loved the freedom of having a wander through woodland, often coming home with a pine cone, pebble, or in the spring, wild garlic.
Now the weather’s starting to warm up in Australia, I’ve been spending a little bit more time outdoors and the other day I spotted the first of the wattle starting to bloom… Continue reading “Wattle time”
One morning last week a pair of ducks appeared on our nature strip. Just the two of them, sticking close by each other, happily nibbling on the clover patches that have emerged over winter. I smiled to myself, noted how cute they looked and thought nothing more of it.
A day or so later, I saw the same ducks again – this time across the street in another yard. Now, I see them most mornings and I’ve named them our neighbourhood ducks…
Continue reading “Winter weed, winter feed”
I normally relish my mornings over the weekend. For a large portion of this year my alarm has gone off at 4:45am Monday through to Friday; so that ability to wake up when your body is ready, linger in bed with a coffee and to quietly plan the day ahead is something I utterly enjoy.
On Sunday though, Adam and I decided to forgo our slow morning, in favour of something a little more active. We rose in the dark, threw on sneakers and waterproof jackets and jumped in the car with our friend Clint and drove about 20 minutes south of Wagga Wagga, where we embarked on a little dawn bush walk…
Continue reading “A Sunday sunrise”
I found myself with an unexpected three day weekend last week on account on working some overtime. It couldn’t have come at a better time really. Both Adam and I were at the tail end of an exceptionally busy couple of weeks at work and we’d both just recovered from head-colds. Instead of hunkering down at home for a few days, we decided to make the most of the bonus day and treat ourselves to a long-weekend away.
I found a lovely bed and breakfast in Beechworth, Victoria – a charming, historic town about two hours drive from Wagga Wagga. We made a reservation, and on Friday we headed south…
Continue reading “Local life: A weekend in Beechworth”
For many years, the little town of Jugiong has been a favourite rest stop of mine on the Hume Highway. Roughly half way between Wagga Wagga and Canberra, I often treat myself to a coffee and a browse around Long Track Pantry, en route to visit my brother, who lives in the A.C.T.
Last year through Instagram I discovered the old pub a few doors up from Long Track was being renovated. Living in Worcestershire at the time made it a little hard to visit, but as soon as Adam and I returned from England, The Sir George, was added to my list of places to explore.
A couple of weekends ago, Adam and I decided to organise a rendezvous with my brother in Jugiong for Sunday lunch so we could check out The Sir George for ourselves…
Continue reading “Local life: A Sunday at The Sir George”
This weekend past a brand new winter festival made its debut in Wagga Wagga.
Lost Lanes was all about reviving a somewhat forgotten part of the city, Cadell Place – a little byway tucked between the Murrumbidgee River and the busy Fitzmaurice Street.
Keen to support a new event, Adam and I, rugged up and went exploring…
Continue reading “Lost Lanes”
It doesn’t matter how many times I’ve seen it, I still find snow utterly magical. There’s something just so wonderful about watching giant flakes quietly descending from the sky and settling on the land below, turning it into a wintry wonderland.
When I spotted on the weather forecast last week the possibility of snow this weekend past, I got a little excited. So on Sunday, Adam and I decided to head for the hills to see if we could spot any…
Continue reading “Local life: The Sugar Pine Walk”