We’re back from some weekend fun. And I’m so tired. It seems like I’ve been driving all day today (in fact I was driving most of the last two days), but it was worth it.
I took Wayne away for a weekend up north of the state, to the Carrick Bull Riding Rodeo.
I don’t have any photos of the rodeo. It was too windy and too hard to take photos, but hey, everyone knows what a rodeo is like. Horses, bulls, whips, cowboys, hats, barrel racing, roping, steers and dust. Not in that order necessarily.
It was an evening event and by the end of the night we were both frozen and could pass for a red indians thanks to the red dust. It was fun though. I do love a rodeo.
Here are some pics of our trip. I decided it’d be a trip through the central highlands and past the great lakes of Tasmania so we went through Bothwell where we stopped for coffee at a cute little coffee shop.
I loved the sign, but I loved the door even more!
Not to mention this table was so rustic, I could have it here, no worries.
The only photo I took of one of the lakes at Breona, dark clouds and amazing colours. I began to think I’d love a shack up there… to spent time up near the lake.
I love going up north through the middle of Tasmania, the way the countryside changes as you leave the lush Derwent Valley, through the dry highlands, trees being replaced by scrub as you get up higher, down the mountains with their dense forests and ferns, all opening up to the lush pastures as you go down the other side.
This time we stopped in Deloraine. I’ve only ever driven through (on the way to dog shows up north), never stopped to look around and appreciate the town. It’s beautiful. I love it. I want to live there.
We had lunch at the 50s Diner and it was great! The best malted milkshake I’ve had in years!
And all the collectibles! I was in heaven. If I lived in Deloraine I’d live in the Diner…
I’d found a cute little Air B&B unit to stay in at Evandale. It was a bit further on from Carrick so we drove there to check in, then backtracked to go to the rodeo.
Our hosts were great and the self contained unit was gorgeous, thoughtfully decorated and very comfy. This was only my second Air B&B stay and way better than the first!
Wayne made himself at home straight away…
I’d been to Evandale before, (for a dog show – obviously!) so bascially I hadn’t really been there. For years I traveled around the Victoria and Tasmania, only ever seeing the showgrounds…
Evandale is gorgeous. I love it. I want to live there.
Wayne says I want to live everywhere I visit. Maybe so, but Evandale was beautiful…
And it has a famous Sunday market. I didn’t take many photos, I was too busy darting around from stall to stall, but loved the colours (and items) at this stall.
Before you ask, yes, I did buy a few things. Like this little rusty corrugated iron pig made by a local Evandale artist. Isn’t he gorgeous?
I also got a jar full of wooden buttons, some bone handled knives, a poodle with her pups and a minty green clock!
Tired and happy.
I have a ton of wonderful photos of falling down houses I’ll share in another post, so stay tuned!