‘Tis the long weekend in the Bush Capital.
We headed up to a working farm and vineyard specialising in smoked meats and wine in country New South Wales and ate, drank and made merry all afternoon. And later, as the shadows became longer, soaked in the quiet and calm of the rural surrounds.
I love the Australian bush, with its ghost gums, yellow scrub and desolate, austere air. And enjoyed wandering about the farm, with its old twisted machinery and corrugated iron sheds.
I also discovered that in this part of the world, the sunsets turn the bush a delicate shade of rose-lavender.