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Bathurst and a tale of community

Over on the facebook page I’ve been doing my little bit to promote BRE&D Week which is happening in Bathurst from October 8-14.

The local vignerons are driving the week and I’ve been helping design the promotional material.

bre&dweek poster

The community has really got behind the idea and there are lots of great events happening, but there’s one particular story that I wanted to share with you.

Heath Smith, from Cobblestone Lane, a highly awarded restaurant in town, had an idea.

His restaurant is in George Street and it occurred to him that within his street there are about 15 different nationalities of foodies all quietly doing their own thing.

View from Cobblestone Lane

Heath’s idea was to try and bring them together…

to cook the major launch dinner for Bre&d Week…Bre&d & Wine, The First Supper.

Now while he didn’t manage to get everyone on board, he has got Vany and May from the Vietnamese bakery, the girls from Country Coffee, Jack from the Marigold Chinese Restaurant and of course his team from Cobblestone…

Some of the George Street foodies

Maureen from Annie’s Ice Cream is in, as is Rabih from Malouf’s Lebanese restaurant and the team from Jack Duggan’s Irish pub, which incidentally I found out yesterday has been awarded 3 Schooners, an absolute cracker of a rating in the Sydney Morning Herald’s Good Pub Food Guide. The things you learn when you get out from the cave!

George Street foodies

So the plan is that everyone is going to be doing what they do best under Heath’s guidance. They have a five course menu planned and will be cooking for about 120 people on the night.

What a fabulous way to get to know your neighbours a little better.

What a wonderful experience for their young chefs and apprentices.

The simplest things hey.

So in line with this destination here and now girl’s intent of trying to reconnect a little more with her community, I took a wander down George Street with the iphone yesterday and snapped off a few shots just to bring you some of the faces behind this international cookfest.

All great characters.

There’ll be some cracker stories to emerge from this little adventure I’m sure!

If you’re in the neighbourhood, make sure you take a look at the BRE&D Week website.

It’s the stuff of life!

x

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Another confession …
you know how I said I was going to the gym this morning …

Look I had such good intentions …

I really did.

Cause uh, you know, I love a good work out as much as the next person.

Yup, leeeeeerrrve those workouts.

So last night I announced that I was going to get up early and head to the gym.

I had my gear all laid out, I set the alarm and then just as I was leaving …

destination here and now Bathurst The Carillon

I decided to grab the camera

destination here and now Bathurst The Royal Hotel

just in case I saw anything gorgeous along the way.

destination here and now Bathurst street scene

wahhhh waaaahhhhhh.

Destination here and now Bathurst street scene

The trouble is, it’s spring in Bathurst and it’s all gorgeous at the moment.

Even things that aren’t normally gorgeous look kind of gorgeous.

Destination here and now street scene

So I’m wandering the streets, in my daggy 1980s gym gear, desperately trying to work up some kind of sweat and all the time I’ve got these two conflicting voices going at it in my head…

“Go to the gymmmm…. go to the gymmmmm … you lazy cow.”

and meanwhile the other one’s saying in this beautiful peaced out voice…

“Follow the light …. the lightttttttt … look at it Marg … look at those blossoms…”

Destination here and now street scene

What can I say?

Destination here and now Bathurst courthouse

I followed the light.

 

And then when I got back to the house, I did an impressive bit of jogging down the driveway, burst through the back door with my eyes averted from the family and beelined for the shower.

The best laid plans hey.

Anyone fancy a walk this afternoon!

xx

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A tale of unexpected visitors,
creepy stalking parents
and a gentle friend who makes guitars.

As a family we’ve tried to get to the snow on a couple of different occasions over the years and each time, someone has broken their leg – before we left. It’s a bit of a sore point, especially for Maddy and me because we weren’t the ones doing the breaking.

So last week when she announced that she’d given up on the whole family ski trip thing and was off to the snow with her boyfriend for a couple of days, we made a spur of the moment (a-last-minute-let’s-make-it-quickly-before-someone-breaks-their-leg sort of decision) to join them.

Well not join them exactly, but sort of tag along, you know stay somewhere else but catch up with them on the slopes, for a coffee … or a drink … oh go ahead and say it … gatecrash their weekend.

Yes we turned into creepy stalking parents who gatecrashed their daughter’s romantic weekend away.

Yes I know … I know!

Kangaroos

Actually it wasn’t as bad as it sounds. We booked a little cabin at the Kosciuszko Mountain Retreat.

Simple, clean and perfect for a pair of happy campers and their son. And we ended up with our own unexpected visitors.

It had been 17 years since Steve and I had been skiing.  17 looooooooong years!

By the end of Day 1, we were feeling every one of them.

By lunchtime on Day 2, I was looking for divine intervention and it came in the form of a massive electrical storm that closed the whole mountain (Damn that storm!) and left me happily ensconced at mid station with a kahlua and milk in one hand and a paintbrush in the other.

(Not my best effort in the sketchbook but I was just grateful to be able to lift a paintbrush at this point. Funnily enough I seemed to have no problem with the kahlua. On reflection that could have been the problem.)

Anyway after a bite to eat with the kids and with rain, fast turning to sleet, fast turning to snow, we decided to hit the road and head to a friend’s place in Canberra because there was NO WAY our sad and sore bodies were going to make the six hour drive back to Bathurst.

And as always, when we make the decision to slow things down, and take the time to stop, the whole destination here and now thing kicks into gear.

 

Simon is a beautiful friend.

A gentle man.

And he makes furniture.

I’d seen photos of his work over the years but until last night I’d never seen his work first hand.

I’d never fully appreciated that when it comes to wood, Simon is an artist.

A sculptor.

A designer.

But interestingly his first love is not furniture, nor men in lederhosen … his first love is making guitars.

Simon Ramsey guitar work in progress

He showed us his workshop

and you could just feel the joy he has for this work.

The precision

The beauty of the process.

The skill.

One day, when this little blog isn’t quite so little (she says dreamily), I’m going to go back to Simon’s and spend some real time taking some photos of his beautiful guitars and maybe just maybe, people will see them and call him from all around the world, and say “Simon Ramsey, I want one of your beauties for myself.”

A wise friend of mine told me a while back that her mum used to say:
“You should always have a dream in your pocket.”

Well that’s my dream for this week.

I hope you have one in yours too.

Have a good one.

Marg xx

 

P.S. Thankyou Dave and Gina at Kosciuszko Mountain Retreat for the little discount on the accommodation. Much appreciated.

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