Showing posts with label homestead. Show all posts
Showing posts with label homestead. Show all posts

Monday, May 9, 2016

The Magic of Coodravale.




Ten years of marriage. 




Ten years since we tied the knot on a gorgeous Autumn afternoon in Bowral.


To celebrate the Husband and I made a dash for it and escaped for a WHOLE WEEKEND, leaving the kidlets to fend for themselves at home...(just kidding, they had several adult servants tag teaming to be at their beck and call, thanks Rach, Stella & Holly). It was the first time we'd both been away from the boys at the same time in forever and it was just what we needed...a bit of indulgent R&R.

I discovered the perfect hideaway, an historic homestead called Coodravale in Wee Jasper which provided beautiful self catering accommodation. 


I picked Shannon up from his farewell drinks at work on Friday afternoon, (his last day before commencing a new chapter in his career), and we headed out of Canberra towards the setting sun. We stopped at Yass for a quick drink and a good old fashioned pub meal before making our way along the winding country road to Wee Jasper. It was a warm welcome upon arrival to Coodravale which included bubbly and flowers from John and Rosemary wishing us a happy anniversary. 


You know what I love about arriving somewhere under the cover of darkness? Waking up in the morning and feeling like a child unwrapping a great big present. I love exploring the surrounds in the soft morning light. It feels like a little adventure! 


This is what greeted us after a blissful uninterrupted night's sleep. 










Feeling famished we jumped in the car and made the short journey across the river...








...to Cooradigbee Homestead for a long and lazy brunch on the terrace of the homestead cafe. 
We stretched out in the sun, watched sheep graze in the home paddock and filled our bellies with comfort food and coffee. 















We got a fit of the giggles when a silly sheep clambered through a low hedge (instead of, you know, walking around it),  got tangled in the foliage and clumsily fell over then got up and wandered off looking, and I daresay feeling, rather sheepish. I love sheep but goodness they're not the brightest sparks in the animal kingdom. Endearing, entertaining but dimwitted.






The resident retired farm dog was on hand for a cuddle. He was a gorgeous old fellow.








The sun was so warm, the view of the property and across to the Wee Jasper Valley beyond was so nice and the company so lovely that we simply had to extend brunch and sample some of the cakes. It seemed only right, (oohhh soooo right!). Pecan & Honey tart and an Apple, Raisin & Walnut cake.









Having fallen into a food coma, we made our way back along the dusty dirt road to Coodravale for a walk down by the river followed by a lovely, long afternoon nap. I can't remember having slept so soundly, it was wonderful! It was late in the afternoon when we did eventually emerge from our snug cocoon for a glass of red and a smashingly sumptuous cheese platter on the verandah.  We cracked open a nice bottle of 2006 Cab Sav to commemorate the year we were hitched and we drank "to us" as the sun glowed gold and slipped behind the hills.








We had a lovely chat in the garden with John & Rosemary then headed in from the cold to curl up on the comfy lounge with more wine, some fine chocolates and a couple of good books.







After another blissful night's sleep we woke late to the sound of rain falling gently outside. 







We breakfasted on croissants with homemade rhubarb & raspberry jam and a fresh pot of coffee, then somewhat begrudgingly, packed our bag to return home. As much as we missed the boys, we weren't quite ready to leave the peace and quiet of that superbly appointed room.


Coodravale has such an interesting history and it was a privilege to be able to visit. 
The homestead itself is a beautiful red brick gem, built in 1923, complete with servants quarters and other assorted outbuildings. 










Set in an expansive established garden full of large trees peppered with pretty little fairy wrens flitting from branch to branch, the homestead sits snugly overlooking the flood plain and the Goodradigbee river meandering below. 










The property was extensive in its hey day, comprised of some 30,000 acres rearing cattle, horses and sheep. It was owned by none other than Banjo Patterson and the Lindemans in the early 1900s and has had connections to a number of prominent Australian families over the years. 

John and Rosemary have done an incredible job restoring the homestead to its former glory.
 Coodravale couldn't have more dedicated or capable caretakers. 


It was a little piece of heaven in the countryside...quiet, luxurious, private...high quality  accommodation with hosts who were incredibly generous and welcoming. It was such a delight to stay there and we're certain that we'll be back time and time again. I highly recommend Coodravale to Canberrans in need of a peaceful weekend retreat or guests from further afield, keen to experience a slice of historic australian country life. Anyone of artistic inclination will find it an abundance of creative inspiration, just as it inspired Banjo Patterson to pen several poems during his time. Next time I'll be taking a sketch pad and some watercolours to sit by the river and paint. 

To make a booking contact John & Rosemary here and tell them I said hi!


Happy 10th Anniversary Husband.
I loved having you all to myself for a whole weekend.
Here's cheers to the next ten years together!







xx Em 

Wednesday, April 27, 2016

Autumn in Adaminaby



We're home from a beautiful long weekend in the Snowy Mountains.

Autumn in Adaminaby is so gorgeous and we loved exploring our friends' farm which is tucked in a valley with the Murrumbidgee river running through its centre.





The Jackman and Brock spent most of the weekend side by side, bounding about the place like the goofy puppies they are.








Claire and Paul are like family to us and it was so lovely hanging out together. It was our first time at the farm. It was always on our to do list to visit but life's distractions seemed to get in the way. Not anymore. We're chomping at the bit to return already and we'll make time for it.


The boys got stuck into some jobs with Claire and Paul...









... while I wandered about capturing all the colour and texture of Autumn.













Paul took us for a drive across the property up to the hangar where he keeps his plane. The boys were a bit chuffed to sit in the cockpit and check out the controls and I was a bit chuffed to see a mob of wild brumbies along the ridge and pretty faced wallabies everywhere.











In the late afternoon we wandered down the hill from the house to the riverbank to spot platypus. The boys managed to see a big fat wombat out the front of his burrow on the opposite bank. I wish I'd had a better zoom lense with me because he was well camouflaged against the dirt of the burrow. See if you can spot him in the pictures below. A couple of water rats were also paddling about getting their supper which made me immediately think of Wind in the Willows.
It was glorious to sit and enjoy such a scene together.









The adults sipped prosecco as the sun went down and then, when the chill set in, we all headed inside for a fabulous roast dinner. You know your kids have had a fulfilling day when you find them in an armchair next to the fire, asking if they can go to bed early, because they're so warm and sleepy.






We ate a hearty breakfast the next morning, watching the heavy fog slowly lift from the valley through the large kitchen window.







I popped out to capture images of the dewy spider webs in the trees along the river before the sun dried out the diamond like beads of moisture.







The weather was perfect for a paddle upstream. The sun was warm, the water calm and clear and the valley still. The only sounds we heard were the plink plonk of the paddle through the water, the occasional mooing from curious cows in the neighbor's paddock and birdsong along the bank.










The boys did a spot of trout fishing after lunch.
Those wily trout eluded their lines but they had fun trying.








We almost ended up staying another night, (you wouldn't have had any protest from me but Hubby had to work the next day), when we couldn't find our car keys as it was time to head off. After searching though all our bags and bedding several times over they were finally discovered, (boo hiss), and we bade our farewells to our beloved friends.

The drive home was both beautiful, (Bolaro Station, gorgeous), and heart stopping, (hello kangaroos in the middle of the road at night, bloody hell that was close!).







I adore the Snowy Mountains with its wild, untamed wilderness and pockets of autumn beauty.

Thanks Claire and Paul. We can't wait to return!

xx Em.