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Bathurst’s best kept secret …

Taking inspiration from a new friend I am trying to walk 2kms morning and evening.

I need some company so you’re just going to have to come with me.

orange gate bathurst

I think you’d like Bathurst.

It’s got a little bit of everything.

architecture bathurst

And a community needs a little bit of everything, otherwise it’s at risk of finding itself gated and out of touch with the world.

old gate bathurst

A community needs different textures.

textures of Bathurst

Some old and new. Some big and small. All living alongside each other. In an ideal world, all keeping an eye out for each other.

deco house bathurst

daisy cottage

I got chatting to a local builder this morning about how it’s nice to walk in a town that has a grid system of streets. How you can wander any number of ways to and from your destination.

And he said “You wanna know Bathurst’s best kept secret?”

“Sure. Fire away.”

“Raglan.”

(Raglan is a suburb out near the airport. You pass it on your way in from Sydney.)

“Raglan?” I said trying to pull down my sceptical eyebrows.

“Raglan is a fantastic community. There’s a system of laneways running through it that I think date back to the old sani-carts. Anyway the kids are all out on their bikes and everyone knows everyone and if any of them gets out of line someone will growl at them and say ‘I’ll tell your old man.’  They have an annual cricket match – east versus west – worked out by which side of the central street you live on. It’s a great little community.”

“It sounds it,” I said, sceptical eyebrows packed away.

Old school. Cool.

The things you learn …

Moments later I was taking this shot of a little public laneway up the block and a man stood next to me and said “I’ve lived here three years and I never knew that was there.”

secret path Bathurst

So which way shall we go? Shall we take a secret path? Or turn left or right?

left or right bathurst

heading home

Or just head for home?

A little morning postcard.

Have a beautiful day.

x

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When the smallest things undo you…

Last night we headed out to Abercrombie House, about five minutes west of Bathurst, for their monthly jazz night.

Oh. My. God.

I’d been there in daylight but at night time it’s something special. Chandeliers sparkling, cerise walls and soft candlelight. I will return with the Canon but for now the iPhone will have to do – but it doesn’t do it justice.

abercrombie house sax

So we’re sitting there, with about 30 other people in the ballroom, being utterly seduced by this talented band of musos who are playing together for the first time and hitting it out of the park. And the sax player starts adjusting the reed of his sax, gives it a quick lick, pops it back in and off he goes again.

A little moment in time.

And I am momentarily undone. Tears welling.

Suddenly I’m seeing my dad, who took up the clarinet in his mid 40s when I was just a little girl. He had exactly the same action – if not quite the same musical prowess.

It’s just over five years since dad passed away and moments like this still catch me unawares.

They’re always with you in some form or another hey.

He would have loved last night.

sigh …

abercrombie house jazz night

micky and chris abercrombie house jazz night

Owners, Christopher and Xanthe Morgan, have a huge responsibility trying to maintain this historic landmark in Bathurst.

I learnt last night that together, they spent 14 weeks gold foiling the ballroom ceiling to bring it back to life. That’s what they’re trying to do with the house itself – bring it back to life – fill it with people and music and laughter. It’s not a stuffy scene, it’s intimate and very warm. I’ve been saying for ages that I’m not a great jazz fan, but the music last night gave me goosebumps – literally.

dining room ceiling abercrombie house

Just wanted to put it on your radar.

Sorry overseas friends, you’ll just have to come and visit sometime. x

Here’s a link to their site with future dates.

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A summer stroll in Bathurst

It’s been a while since we went walking, you and I …

keppel street reflection bathurst

…discovering secret places.

vintage letterbox

On a mid week summer evening, the streets of Bathurst are quiet …

empty streets

The shadows golden …

empty seats

The crepe myrtle nearly finished …

crepe myrtle

And the gaura dances by the roadside.

gaura

Let me take you past the silos.

silos in afternoon light

It’s important that you see them.

Bathurst silos

For the word on the street is that someone is intending to pull them down.

But we won’t let them will we ;)

A Facebook site has been established. Click here to Save Our Silos.

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