Wagga Wagga to Worcestershire & back again
Last weekend, while on the road with work, I found myself driving past a local lookout I’d never visited before. I had plenty of time to get back to the office, so I decided to take advantage of the beautiful day and go and check it out…
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…
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…
The other week I found myself in Temora– a little town about an hour north of my home in Wagga Wagga. Adam had a meeting to attend, so I took advantage of a day off work to keep him company on the drive up.
After taking a leisurely wander down the main street and discovering some lovely things in this gem of a shop I ventured further afield, and took a stroll down a few of Temora’s laneways…
A few weeks ago Adam mentioned his desire to visit Oura Beach – a shallow, sweeping bend on the Murrumbidgee River about 20 minutes drive from our home in Wagga Wagga.
So the other Saturday, on a spectacularly sunny winter’s day, we got in the car and went for drive…
Adam and I lucky enough to live relatively close to colony of koalas. The koalas were brought into a reserve on the banks of the Murrumbidgee River near Narrandera in the 1970s, after local native populations died out. They’ve remained there ever since, happily munching on the leaves of the giant gum trees that reside in the area.
Before we flew up to Queensland with Adam’s mum and step-dad, we decided to all head over the reserve one afternoon, to see if we could spot a koala or two…
Last month during Wagga Wagga’s annual food and wine festival, Adam and I ran into our old friend DJ, a sommelier we’d gotten to know before moving to England.
She made us promise that we’d come out and visit her at her new job, at the winery at our local university -living in Australia’s food bowl has its perks ;).
So one afternoon a few weeks back we went back to school for an education in wine…
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…
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…
Wattle and Ash 