Showing posts with label wattle range. Show all posts
Showing posts with label wattle range. Show all posts

Wednesday, May 10, 2017

Back roads and windtowers

Sunday I took off from home about nine thirty in the morning.  I couldn't get out of there quick enough leaving the girls to a hungover Brett!

I was on my way to the holiday house half an hour away, to clean, as guests were leaving that morning. I had some time to kill as I didn't want to get there too early. They messaged me just before 10 (as I was chatting with the bull) to say they had left and that they'd had a great time, which was lovely. Most of the region was booked out for Generations in Jazz weekend in Mt Gambier. 

My camera came along with me, of course. I turned off at Tantanoola, along the Wind farm tourist drive. So many great views to stop and appreciate. 













  










Joining Claire for her Wordless or not so wordless Wednesday
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and Denyse for #lifethisweek

Wednesday, March 9, 2016

An escape to Lake MacIntyre

When you're hubby goes out to get ONE thing from the shops and comes back an hour and a half later, you don't let it stew and fester. Sure you call him names under your breath and wonder why you never get to do the same. This is a common occurrence and happened on Sunday.

When he returned I put tea in the oven, grabbed my keys and camera and announced I'd be back in a while as I rushed out the door. I needed to get out of the house on my own. It was my turn.

I headed to Lake MacIntyre. Not the most exciting to escape to. Not as exciting as heading to a friends house for wine, or down the shops (to buy wine).

It was good though. Time to stop and notice stuff, be with my own thoughts. I had to remind myself to take my time and that I didn't need to rush. All was good and there is no guilt in spending time with me. For me. I don't demand it enough.














Friday, February 26, 2016

Sky #fmy52weeksofmemories




I was on the ball this week and had the sky on my mind whenever I was out and about with the camera.
 
The weather was obliging and dealt some pretty interesting skies.

 
 








Monday, January 18, 2016

The Millicent museum

My place in time #85 - Where I was at 11:11 am
 
I've been meaning for so long to take the kids to the local museum. It's usually one of those things that locals just don't do.
 
Summer wasn't happy though. She didn't want to climb up on the train because "it might take off", and she was scared to go in any of the buildings. Fair enough they were dark (we had to turn the lights on our self), and it was full of old stuff. Maybe she sensed more 'old stuff" in there than we did. We went through a lot quicker, and it took a lot of convincing and patience. I would have loved to have a closer look.
 
Kicking myself I didn't take any photos in the Geltwood room. The things salvaged from the 1876 shipwreck are just amazingly beautiful in their fragility and ornateness.
 
To the credit of the museum it has an awesome collection of horse drawn wagons, buggies and carts in superb condition. Fab to see how people and businesses got around in the olden days. 
 

This wheel was one of the highlights of my childhood. It was accessible to the public and not fenced when I was a child. For twenty cents, it would turn for a couple of minutes. How many times did we beg our parents for twenty cents to make it go? Now it is only accessible via the museum entrance. It's free now, and Izzy was happy to push the power button. The little kid in me was happy, but in bewilderment as why this was such great entertainment!

Steam train



Whaling equipment from Beachport, for rendering down blubber and a whale bone.





John was my great-great grandad.

Now here's a vehicle to be seen dead in.

Check those patterned pants (22) from 1932! They'd sell like hotcakes today. I want a pair!



The silk taffeta on the left was made for and worn by Maggie Tabberer in 1982. WTF 1982?!

Husband was mentioning he'd like to get a dishwasher. Me being me, I said "I don't need a dishwasher!". Bit like the owner of this kitchen saying "I don't need an electric oven".....

Creepy but interesting. Some of these dolls are over 100 years old. Doo Doo, Doo Doo.


The Christmas tree competition entries were still on display in the tourist centre, so we checked them out too. This first one is my favourite and pretty well sums up my silly season, but with cheaper wine.






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