Sundays are great for drives in the country, even when one lives in the country! This morning a thick fog had cloaked the landscape, and stayed until after midday, so we meandered along gravel tracks, stopping many times for photos.
Panasonic Lumix DMC GX7 with 14-140mm lens. Edited with Snapseed app.
The other day I visited friends at nearby Connewirricoo (a locality, not a township), and as we were wandering around the property we came across a docile red-necked wallaby. “Oh he lives here, along with another bigger fella,” my friend told me. He barely batted an eyelid at our intrusion, slowly hopping off to a quieter patch as we passed.
According to a recent list published in a leading newspaper, my town of Harrow, in southwest Victoria, Australia, is one of Australia’s top 50 “most irresistible, exotic, historic and postcard-worthy small towns in Australia”. The list has caused a stir by many who are disappointed their favourite town wasn’t mentioned. While I understand that such a list is ultimately very subjective, I am very proud of my village and its community. Last night I paid $3 to attend a yin yoga class at the bush nursing centre, and today I wandered around the street and river in gumboots, feeling very much a part. Congratulations, Harrow – this recognition is well-earned.
This little slab hut is located on the western side of the Grampians. What’s particularly fascinating about it is the timber chimney – it reminded me of the old joke about the wooden car with the wooden wheels and the wooden engine that “wooden go”!
I recently travelled to Melbourne for work. Being a passenger, I amused myself with some drive by shooting. Trawling through all the not-so-amusing resultant photos, I found this one, with a little lamb gazing longingly through the fence.