It’s a common occurrence when you go away with friends: you wake up, but you can hear the shower going, so you laze about in bed for a while, or go and make a cuppa, waiting for whoever it is to finish. Finally, you hear the hairdryer going and you know it’ll be your turn soon.
Ordinary, every-day stuff, right?
Except there was no-one in the shower at the time. Continue reading
There are certain signs I simply cannot resist. Free Cheese, for example. Oh, how I wish I’d ever seen that sign. I live in hope. Op Shop Open is a particular winner. But one of my favourites would have to be Historic Cottage This Way. It doesn’t even need to be a cottage. An historic anything is pretty awesometastic, in my view, but a cottage is always such a sweet thing.
So when we were driving out to Hurstbridge the other day and I saw a sign beginning with that delightful word Historic, then I knew what we had to do. We had to keep going to Hurstbridge because I was incredibly hungry and needed to find some lunch.
But on the way back? Yeah, we followed the sign and found this: Continue reading
What’s the one thing better than a working heritage farm? A working heritage farm… on an island! And guess what? There just so happens to be one of those around a ninety minute drive from my house. As we know from my previous ramblings, a ninety minute drive is a perfectly reasonable distance to travel for a day’s gallivanting with my Chef and my camera, so when the aforementioned Chef had a day off, guess where we went?
Churchill Island Heritage Farm. Continue reading