The ground crackled with purple and pink gum leaves underfoot just the thing to fire Dylan’s bushman’s stove. He has become quite the expert at making bush teas and after a hot cup we decided to hit the road. After frequent wildflower stop offs we decided we better get going if we were going to see Fryerstown by sunset. However a little prickly fellow had other ideas and stopped us in our tracks by making a delightful but slow waddle across the road in front of the car. He then tried his best to camouflage himself as a spiky ball that just happened to be sitting on the side of the road, tucking his little snout out of sight. We decided it would be best to leave him alone as he obviously wanted nothing to do with us, and preferred us to move along, and the sooner the better if you please.
A WILDFLOWER FEAST
At one point my dad disappeared into the bush only to reappear nimbly balancing on a steep roadside embankment taking a photo of a prize wildflower find. We must have been quite a sight to see scrambling through the bush, ducking down to take photos noses to the ground. Pretty purple hardenbergia rambled cheekily over trunks and tin cans alike.
My mum’s lovely berry muffins were a delicious sweet finish to our picnic lunch.
FATHER’S DAY ADVENTURES
Last Sunday we took my lovely parents on a day trip to the country. The last time we had gone through Taradale we drove past this little bush glade and though it would be a sweet place to have a little picnic of quiche and tea brewed in Dylan’s trusty bush buddy stove. When we stopped we hadn’t anticipated such yelps of delight from the back seat. My parents are members of the Australian Native Plants Society you see and we had inadvertently taken them to a place brimming with pretties for them to discover. It was much like a treasure hunt and the mood was contagious, I soon found myself trying to find different flowers species to report back.
On venturing deeper into the bush we found an odd assortment of burnt and rusted tin cans, shredded rags hanging from trees, old twisted straps of metal and an old vacuum cleaner. Iwas a little bit eerie and unsettling and I was glad we weren’t caught out there on a dark and stormy night.
Mushroom and Spinach Quiche Recipe
THE CROSSCUT SAW
Our friend Scott doesn’t like to be soft. No huts for us, no breezy day hikes with our packs sweetly sleeping in our tents either. I felt an immense sense of accomplishment in having done it. Although Dylan did have to shoulder some of my load, I think he enjoys pushing his pack horse capabilities to the limit. I hope so anyway. We walked up hills and then down hills for hours, up and down, up and down. On the way up I would decide that going down was clearly the only way to go, on the way down my knees and toes protested that this was not the case. But it was beautiful, intensely so.
On this trip we inherited Scott’s old (in photographer years…months) Canon Powershot camera and we spent most of the time getting better acquainted. I hope we will get along well together.