McBron

My avid study of June InStyle magazine has revealed this little number.  Which is soooooo Bron.  I see it in the McLennan tartan.

Some gratuitous Autumn shots.

This is actually a shadow, or the reflection of a shadow, or something.  I noticed it while having a quiet mulled red in the back garden.  The changes were mesmerising, snakelike.

And in other, totally unrelated, news just met a friend in the supermarket.  He's a frequent traveller to China.  This time he travelled northern China, Mongolia and Arctic Russia.  He described standing knee-deep in a lake late at night in the Arctic Circle.  He said there were stars everywhere and it felt like floating in space.  He also saw the Northern Lights.  I asked him about wolves.  He said wolves followed him each day but left him alone.  He travels alone.

Kitchen Garden

 

 

 

This is the Wentworth School's Stephanie Alexander Kitchen Garden.  It is a wonderful space.  I am keen to volunteer there but work gets in the way...  This was ANZAC Day.  We dropped off a huge bag of peatmoss that Steve had bought me when I wanted potting mix.  The shed is new and serves as a classroom as well.  The original schoolroom, 1868 or similar, has been converted to a kitchen where the kids learn to use and cook the garden produce and get to dine in.  It is a truly inspiring project.  There is a competition on Classic FM where you can win a grand piano for your school.  If I could get myself organised, I'd see if the school would like to participate.  Imagine the kids dining and a grand piano being played in the background.

What the markets are saying

Two markets in one weekend at Wentworth!!!

Annie's Market was graced by my presence and my cash.

The Lions Market I observed from the deck.

Days to remember

On some recent training, I had to identify some groups that I belonged to.   One of them was 'Friends at Easter'.  We then had to place them under 'social', 'activities', 'therapeutic' and 'professional'.  After some deliberation, I placed 'Friends at Easter' under 'therapeutic'.  It makes me whole again to be with my mates at Easter.

We eat well.


Another view of Stoneleigh's front garden.


My laundry bedroom.


The business centre.


The lounge that we used once.

Bron's bedroom.

The Barossa Farmers Market.
(Adorable nieces, please point out diablo player to your father.)

Walking into Angaston  for adventure.

Getting to the Town Hall Market just in time to be too late.

The Council Offices that are for sale - would make a fabulous house if Stoneleigh Cottages don't suit...

The Sculpture Park in its very clever setting.

 

 

 

The Blacksmith's Shop, Angaston.

Secret gardens.

 

 

All you need is love, enough money and 3 good friends (one with camera).

Country road

After the ANZAC Day March, after the Gallery had closed on Wednesday we went for a drive along the Anabranch Road.  'Anabranch Road' is a little misleading because you see very little of the Anabranch.  The road is the mail route so it passes the back of the pastoral properties which have their fronts on the Anabranch.  About halfway between the old Renmark Road and the Silver City Highway is this turnoff to the Anabranch Hall.  This hall used to be the meeting and entertainment centre for the pastoral families.  I think the annual picnic is still held.

I love these shelters.  They remind me of emus.  Steve thinks they are used to shade cars but I like to imagine rows of tables with red gingham table cloths and families watching the tennis.  I rather like the idea of using an emu for shade in the bush - a Marg Whyte sort of a picture.

A pomegranate conveniently situated at the front door.

And a very well appointed loo.

Historic ANZAC Day

I like to observe ANZAC Day.  It reminds me not to get caught up in the mood of the times, to think twice before obeying orders, to marvel at our capacity to act courageously, and that today's theatres of war are tomorrow's tourist hotspots.  This year Aboriginal soldiers were represented in the Wentworth march for the first time.

Here's my friend Raels standing up and being counted.

Dumb Bunny

Remember that I got a camera for my birthday?  Well, I forgot to take it with me at Easter...  However, there are ways and means.  We stayed at Stoneleigh Cottages in Angaston, South Australia.  This is a photo of them taken after a few Jantzs...

And here's our gathering place after a cuppla Js.

(These photos are, truth be known, purloined from a website - see later.)

Bron is always a little more focussed than I.  Here I am taking in some culture with Heths and CK Beagle at the wonderful sculpture park near Angaston and overlooking the Eden Valley.

In the back streets of Angaston, Bron captured a little of Givenchy.  If we hadn't had to peer through a hole in a locked gate to see this, we could have stood on that bridge - though I don't recall Monet ever having anyone standing on his bridge.
If you like the look of Angaston, you can buy Stoneleigh Cottages here.  We'd be ever so grateful.