Wednesday, January 04, 2012
from the river house: the pace
On our way up to the river house we stopped off at Morpeth for some sourdough and a coffee. We spent a few hours wandering the (partly) cobblestone high street, perusing antiquities and taste testing honey and ginger beer. Hard work.
From there we drove, zig-zagging through the country, spotting cows on the hillside, tin shacks near the road. Over the river, across the bridge, and at the foot of the Barrington Tops we found our abode, a house built in 1850 complete with a full commercial kitchen, exquisite bathrooms, to-die-for views and ripe grapes on the vine.
We drove into the closest town a few times - sampled the coffee, checked out real-estate and discovered the church op-shop (oh the vintage sheets!). Not a day went by when I didn't think about living deep in the hills, cushioned by quiet. I think, like many of you no doubt, my dreams of settling in the country with a cottage and a little bit of land are constant. But that dream won't come to fruition for me just yet. And that's ok.
I'm remembering the wise words of a friend...bloom where you're planted. I'm going to take them with me, right through 2012.
Flourish!
Top photo by Daniel, the rest by yours truly
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Tuesday, January 03, 2012
from the river house: hello 2012
We were deep in the country when the clock struck twelve. It was our first time at the river house and we revelled in the vast landscape and the big, clear, open sky. After the busyness of Christmas it was so nice to get away and sit amidst the quiet (the song of crickets and cows).
On the days when we drove I took note of the cottages, tin sheds and corrugated iron shacks - the washing blowing in the breeze and the rose bushes in bloom.
When you're over the hill and far away, life is oh so sweet.
Photos by Daniel, clever, isn't he.
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