That big bloke through the window there is Bruce, a local farmer who is a natural with horses; for twenty years he and his horse (or rather, one horse or another) have been volunteering to appear in the renowned Sound and Light Show. The show re-enacts (and, no doubt, embellishes upon) Harrow’s historic past, and Bruce’s trooper is a show favourite, especially when the horse appears outside the Hermitage Hotel to meet members of the audience. It’s a great night out, where you’re guaranteed a good feed of historically-inspired tucker while you learn about Harrow’s early history in a hilarious, rollicking show.
Panasonic Lumix DMC GX7 with 20mm f1.7 lens. In camera monochrome filter used; edited with Snapseed app.
Harrow is a vibrant town and community, way out west in Victoria, Australia, rich in history and character. I moved here a few years ago when I fell in love with a hand-made house (I tell people I moved here for an amazing house, and stayed for the wonderful community), and have never had a moment’s regret. Coming here felt like coming home. In the time I have lived here I have volunteered for community service for the first time, been the editor of the local newsletter, edited a book as part of a five-year community project, learned to contribute to something bigger than my own life, made forever-friends, and become the best version of myself so far. Harrow – where volunteerism has become a fine art – is filled with people with similar stories.
Tonight, Harrow’s people crowded into the local pub to watch the screening of the Harrow episode of ABC TV’s Back Roads, though it was hard to hear it over all the hooting, laughing and congratulating of various folks as they came on screen. It was a crazy, happy night, and one that will be remembered as part of Harrow’s continuing folklore – from 1800s pioneer town to the little village that punches above its weight to remain relevant when other towns are giving up the ghost.
God bless you Harrow, you’ve got a lot to be proud of.
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.
I went for a ramble into Yallakar, west of Harrow, a few days ago and was rewarded with finding my first sighting of greenhood orchids of the wildflower season. As with much in life, it was only when I stopped looking that I saw them!
Panasonic Lumix GX7, Panasonic Leica 45mm macro lens. Cropped and border applied in Snapseed app.
A huge auction of a private car and motoring memorabilia collection was held in town recently, and though I missed the main event I did get a look at the remnants a few days later. The old Volvo, out of focus in the background, grabbed my attention somewhat.
Panasonic Lumix GX7 with 20mm f1.7 lens; border applied with Snapseed app – no further editing.