We visited Nundle this morning to check out all that was a-happening as part of their annual Go for Gold Chinese Festival.
Once we arrived in Nundle we took the smalls straight to go gold-panning. They had a hoot sifting through the soil, and both struck it big, and got to bring their gold home. Once that was over the Doctor said he wanted to go home... Hmm.
We meandered through the crowds, ate sausage sandwiches, went to the Nundle Woollen Mill, watched the Chinese dragon performers - which was pretty rad, went to my favourite Odgers & McClelland and stocked up on boiled lollies (I have a sweet tooth, yikes!) and my favourite beech nail brushes - random combo I know, but this is the general store - and the curation of goods is inspiring and so aesthetically pleasing! I never knew I loved brooms so much.
Ah the country air. I can not get enough.
I definitely do not want to come home.
We've hit the frog and toad, and we're out of town for Easter. But not before I tipped a chair over that fell onto my foot. A full throttle blow that continued to bruise throughout the day. Poor, poor me.
Please drag out the world's smallest violin.
I'd planned a weekend full of running/walking - wogging (walking x jogging) until this accident has left me like a limp biscuit.
Anyhoot - poor me aside. It's so nice to be in the country air. Gives me a chance to further brainwash Matt into letting our little family move to the country. Life in the country is good. Slowed down. No traffic jams. No hither and thither. Country air. Life is good.
I'm going to soak up this weekend - soak in the heat, the goodness, and the chocolate.
Happy Easter my friends. I hope you have a safe and happy time with friends and family.
PS - another apology for my ugly foot shot. I know, I know. Poor form PMM.
