Time Travel

Yesterday (Saturday) was a pretty interesting day. There was talk of rain for us as we set off for town – Robyn had talk about going to the market for days and I dropped her off there and went back into town.

My photo challenge for this week was Architecture, and I was hoping to randomly find a cob or stone house from the past. So I went into the Information Centre and asked, “do you know of any cob or stone miners houses around here? – I want to take some photos of them” The reply was I know of a place called Bendigo where there are miners’ cottages – it’s here on the map”.

So, I went back into town and wandered about randomly talking photos and waiting for Robyn to finish at the market.
When she returned she told me the market was petty good and full of good quality things. Could have spent quite a lot if we’d been local. Had a little spend on a couple of tops from a place that she follows on FB. She wasn’t there for very long!

We decided to go and see what was there and decided to buy some lunch at the supermarket and set out for Bendigo where we turned up the road to the Bendigo Historical Reserve – driving past farmland and wineries then the road turned to metal and began to rise steeply. The road got narrow too and we followed the signs up, up, up until we saw our first stone house ruin.

We stopped at a small carpark in a “town” called “Welshtown” and began our exploring. The sky was black and threatening, but it stayed fine. We ate our lunch and then set out exploring. Then as if in a cowboy movie horses rolled up "over the pass"
We had such a great time – wandering along tracks, talking about how they might have lived, taking photos – It was pretty high up with a great view out over the Tarras area. It was quiet only a few other people than us. This was a real experience – so pleased we found it. After about 3 hours we headed for home.

Coming down was tricky with a few cars coming up – some backing up and manoeuvring required. We saw a paddock of horses on the way up so stopped for photos on the way down – there would have been 15 or more and they were all sorts, Clydesdales, quarter horses, racehorses, pony’s and they were friendly – I talked to them, and they followed me along the road wanting pats – cool.
Back home we stopped at the supermarket for dinner things.Read more