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Bathurst and a gentle tale of two cycling tragics

Steve and I are not part of the Bathurst lycra brigade. I’ll say that up front. But today we decided to don our helmets and go for a bike ride. Get away from the computer, get out of the house, get out of town.  A little journey into the countryside…

And where else would two eager cyclists go but to our local distillery!

So we pedalled and we walked … and we pedalled … and we walked … and we walked and laughed and pedalled some more … and after 5 kilometres of huffing and puffing we arrived weak and weary and ready for a shot (or 5) of fortification.

Now I don’t know whether it was from watching the rather dishy Ewan McGregor in Salmon Fishing in the Yemen during the week but there was something rather lovely
about being greeted by fellow Scot and resident distiller Ian Glen.

It might have been the first wee nip of finger lime infused vodka or the second wee nip
of dry gin infused with five Australian native botanicals (finger lime, lemon myrtle, river mint, wattle seed and iron bark)…but let’s just say we had a lovely warm glow.

As did everything around us.

Of course it could have been the recent rush of oxygen too.

And when I say wee nips, I do mean wee. I wouldn’t like you to think that Ian was plying us with alcohol but we did enjoy the wild lime limoncello, and the apple schnapps and the grappa, oh and the choca-mocha cream liqueur.

The lovely thing about all Ian and Bev’s products is that they’re sourced from local suppliers and I’m embarrassed to admit that it’s taken me four years to visit this extraordinary addition to our town.

And I’m even more embarrassed by the astonishing lack of fitness we displayed today, especially on the long journey home, all five kilometres of it.

Even the sheep were embarrassed 🙂

Stone Pine Distillery is literally five minutes drive from the centre of Bathurst – considerably longer if you are unfit and on a bike.




Another confession … I’m in love with my hairdresser’s doors

but I’ll come to that in a moment. I just want to linger here a moment

Please don’t make me leave. It’s cold outside.

Let me stay a moment longer. We can pretend we’re in Paris …

… walking alleyways we’ve never walked before

… arm in arm … exploring a city we’ve never seen before …

… pretending we have our own little attic apartment …

… that overlooks a big factory

… but nearby …

wait for it …

… is a romantic little bistro where we rendezvous in the rain

because Bathurst Paris, just wouldn’t be Bathurst Paris if you didn’t have a good rendezvous in the rain

A little corner where there’s a fire and it’s warm and everyone knows our name.

A little corner where there’s always room for one more. I don’t mean that in a menage et trois kind of way ha ha .. you know what I mean 🙂

Have a snuggly weekend my lovelies. xx

Thanks Wavelength for letting me drool over your doors and The Hub for always making us, and everyone else, feel so welcome.


OMG! The bookkeeper’s coming!

Was feeling a wee bit bleary after a wee bit too much wine last night. Woke up. Remembered… @#*%! The bookkeeper’s coming at 9!

So I THREWWW on a scarf but it did little to disguise the fact that I was still very rusty around the edges.

Nice try though hey?

Why can’t I ever find anything in this house!!  (mad banshee voice)  Why doesn’t anyone put anything back where it belongs!!

Knowing full well that I am BY FAR the worst culprit at said misdemeanours

I’d love to be a tidier person. I really would.

But I get distracted. By .. stuff …

and my brain just wants to go off in a zillion different directions

and then I spend 10 minutes turning the house upside down searching for my glasses only to walk into the bathroom … face myself in the mirror…and see two pairs perched on my head.

Thank you Marie at Clarke’s Somerset Orchard on Conrod Straight at Mount Panorama for letting me take a wander around the orchard with camera in hand and turn your peaceful little part of the world into The Rant of the Mad Banshee Woman. I’m not quite sure how that happened. But I feel so much better. And thanks Denise for emptying my trays. What would I do without you (and Wendy before you) xx

Have a lovely organised week.

I too, shall try 🙂

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