Reconnecting with nature and community in the inner city.
Today went for a lovely day trip to Malmsbury and Taradale. Sweet little Gold Rush towns under the shadow of some stunning old stone bridges. Is there anything dreamier than a little cottage perched on a hill looking down to a little brook bumbling through a silver forest? Perhaps one at the foot of an old gold rush bridge with cows lazing in its shade?
The whole countryside has awoken and begun to bloom.
The morning we took our day trip to Kingoonya we got kicked out of the caravan park 
. We’re still not quite sure why, something to do with us being “filthy pigs” (i.e. leaving our painting out to dry) and one of the girls using the upstairs bathroom. I think it all came down to the caravan park owner being a hard-on. He used to work at the Detention Centre, everyone in the town despised him. Luckily the town seemed to love us and set us up in the school gym for the night.
Kingoonya was amazing 
, we all loved it, the slow ruin of the place. We’re not really sure how those cars ended up on the roof of the sheds. It looked as if there had been a flood that gently floated them up there.
