WE'RE HOME.
3000kms, 12 Towns, 2 States, 1 farm, 16 playgrounds, 4 motels, 1 resort, 14 days, 1 concussion, endless takeout, several family catchups, hours of waterplay and days and days of sunshine.
Phew!
Make yourself a cuppa and settle in for a while, the next two posts are pretty long and photo heavy. There aren't quite as many pics as last year though. I made the decision prior to our trip that I'd spend more time in the moment and less time behind the lens trying to capture the moment and it was absolutely worth it!
Part 1 - On the road and Jondaryan Woolshed.
On the morning of our departure Canberra was enveloped in a heavy winter fog which stretched for the best part of 170kms. Bit of a grey and spooky start, but we managed to avoid hitting any kangaroos or wombats on the quiet back roads and the sun finally broke through to reveal the gorgeous green hills around the town of Young. The photographer within me was desperate to stop every 5 minutes and snap the scenery...all those emerald paddocks dotted with black faced sheep, but I didn't. I feared I'd use up the boys' goodwill too early by doubling the time of our journey with a gazillion paparazzi pit stops. So I soaked in the view and kept on truckin'. In saying that, there were a couple of moments that were too good to pass up...like when the traffic got a bit heavy. Those lambs....cute!
In
Young we sought out a cafe whose Instagram pics I've been drooling over for a while now. It was worth the detective work to find
Kettle and Grain, which is tucked away in one of the buildings of an historical school. We enjoyed a hearty lunch (corn fritters are to die for) and some much needed coffee on the verandah while Harry read part of his partially penned book to us, (eight chapters down, only seventy to go apparently! Ambitious but it wouldn't surprise me if he did it.)
We made it to Dubbo just on dark. It was a case of eat and early bed because we were up and on the road again first thing the next morning. The drive was easy with very little traffic all the way up to
Tamworth where we stopped for lunch. To our delight we discovered that the council had been busy over the last 12 months...creating a kid paradise in the form of a mammoth adventure playground with a fantastic restaurant/cafe in Bicentennial Park.
The boys burnt off A LOT of energy on the towering skywalk with its slides and spider web, then re-fueled with some tasty eats at the cafe. I was more than happy to curl my chilled fingers around a coffee while the boys busied themselves in the sandpit for a while. Eventually I managed to pry them away from the playground and convince them to get out of the icy wind and back in the car so that we could drive another 200kms to our second overnight stop and one of my favourite country towns...
Glen Innes. I can't put my finger on what it is exactly that draws me to this sleepy celtic town. Perhaps its the wide streets, the architecture of the old houses, the large tree lined parks or maybe the character of the main street with its eclectic array of funky homewares stores, cafes, traditional pubs and historic buildings.
Whatever it is, we love to visit even if only for a night, because we were back on the road the next morning heading 400kms nth west to meet up with my Mum for 3 nights at
Jondaryan Woolshed.
Our first night was far from dull. The Jackman and Harry were playing near the shearers quarters after dinner when Jack fell and hit his head on the corner of the step. The sound of his little skull meeting hard wood was sickening but it was soon drowned out by Jack's screams. He quietened down shortly after, curled up on my lap with an ice pack on his head. Then he became very quiet. Too quiet for Jack, who never sits still or silent for long. I took him to our quarters and as I was dressing him in his pjs he threw up. Not good. Hello concussion! We were out in the countryside, it was night time and my littlest guy had a head injury, though I suspected only minor, and I didn't even have children's panadol to ease his pain. We called the e-Health hotline and got a nurse to do an over the phone assessment to try and work out at what point we should take him to hospital. As far as I knew, the nearest one was at Toowoomba and the thought of driving 50kms down the highway at night was not thrilling me but the nurse recommended he see a doctor within the first 4 hours of the injury.
Thankfully, Mum discovered that there was a teeny tiny hospital in the town of Oakey, just 15kms down the highway so I bundled Jack into the car, left Harry in Mum's care and headed into the pitch black hoping not to meet Skippy on the way. The nurse who assessed Jack was lovely and the Dr was happy send him home as long as I got up every two hours to check on him (just what I wanted to do after a full day's driving, yay!). True to form, a little head injury didn't hold Jack back. He slept well through the night and was bouncing about like an overgrown puppy the next morning with only a marginally sore head. I, on the other hand, was sorely in need of strong coffee.
The boys spent the weekend re-discovering the farm.
We went for walks by the creek with Mum's new dog Rosie; made sun dials in the dirt; inspected the Woolshed and miniature railway; had morning tea in the Woolshed cafe; cuddled chooks and chatted to sheep, goats, horses and pigs; cooked over the campfire and relaxed in the sunshine while the boys played with other kids in the camping ground. It was really nice to switch off and unwind with Mum.
On our last morning we discovered a tiny mouse hanging out on the step of the shearers quarters. It didn't scamper away and I didn't have the heart to tell the boys that it was probably sick and not long for this world, so I gave them some crumbs to feed it and they crouched down and had a long chat to their newfound mousie friend.
In convoy with Mum we waved goodbye to Jondaryan and headed north east to the Sunshine Coast for a five day stay at a resort in Caloundra.
But that's for another post.
xx Em
