Wagga Wagga to Worcestershire & back again
The other week Adam and I got an unexpected invitation for a Sunday lunch in the little town of Sutton, just outside of Canberra.
It was the catalyst to our impromptu road trip to Australia’s capital and we had the most lovely time…
While I love the excitement about planning a long holiday months in advance, there’s also something quite thrilling about an impromptu get away – even if it’s for a few days.
One day last week, Adam and I made the snap decision to head for Canberra for the weekend. So on Friday after we’d both finished work for the week, we threw a few clothes in a bag, jumped in the car and drove east…
Every March, nestled around the banks of the Wollundry Lagoon in the centre of the city, Wagga Wagga plays host to an annual food and wine festival.
It’s always been a regular on my social calendar and this year I was thrilled to be able to introduce Adam to a ‘Wagga’ event that I’d always enjoyed…
Continue reading “Food, wine & friends: an autumn afternoon”
It’s hard to believe that this time last year I was only starting to find my feet in England. I finally knew my way around our town in Worcestershire, was starting to develop an appreciation for ales and could slip in the odd ‘British-ism’ into everyday conversation.
Last week I touched on a few aspects of Australian life that I’m thoroughly enjoying now Adam and I are back Down Under. Today, it’s all about England and what I’m missing about life on the other side of the world…
When Adam and I lived in England, we made a real concerted effort to get out and explore the local area as often as we could. When we moved back to Australia we decided it was something we wanted to keep up. So, the other day we jumped in the car and headed south…
Up until the last decade or so the ‘community garden’ was a concept that was a little unheard of. Sure the premise was easy enough to understand but communal garden beds seemed to be the stuff of hippy towns on the coast or progressive towns in far flung places. Now they’re everywhere and to be honest it’s really, really nice.
The other weekend I had the pleasure of spending a few hours in Wagga Wagga’s community garden – a place I’d driven past dozen of times but never found the time to visit…
The Great British institution of going for a ‘Sunday walk’ was one of those cultural norms that I wholeheartedly embraced when I was living in England. If you’ve been around here for a while, you’ll know I’m an avid fan of a good old ramble and since I’ve returned to Australia, it’s something I’ve been meaning to continue.
Wagga Wagga was blessed with an exceptionally mild summer’s weekend not that long ago, so Adam and I decided to take advantage of the sub 30 degree celsius weather and go for a walk…
Over one week Adam and I went on a tour around Worcestershire, Gloucestershire and Herefordshire scouting for potential venues for our wedding.
On one particularly chilly morning we found ourselves in the charming Cotswold village of Bibury.
We took a walk around and both fell a little love with this ridiculously cute place…
Now that Adam and I know we’re moving back to Australia, we’re trying to savour and enjoy the time we’ve got left in England. A few Sundays ago, while Adam was away on a work trip, I awoke to a particularly mild autumn day. It was overcast and slightly breezy and had the hankering for a good old walk.
I wasn’t in the mood for a wander on the Malvern Hills, so decided to take myself back to local National Trust property, Croome Park, which I visited for the first time last December. While I loved exploring the main house on my last visit, I wanted to spend some time in the 700 acres of parkland that surround the property…
When I was a child I can remember being mesmerised by certain streets in my home town. Generally these streets were on well used routes to various places, like the local shopping centre or a family friend’s home. To rate highly in my 10 year old mind, the street had to have lots of trees, pretty gardens and interesting houses, each different to its neighbour.
It’s a little ‘game’ that I’ve retained into adulthood and I’ll often drive to places a particular way, just so I can have a peek at my favourite houses. (Please tell me I’m not the only one who does this!)
In Malvern one of my favourite streets, is Holywell Road…
Wattle and Ash 