There aren’t a lot of vineyards in Ballarat, so it’s always a treat to taste one I haven’t tried before. Nintingbool Vineyard is about 10km south-west of Ballarat, on the way to the little town of Smythesdale, where I grew up. Their 2017 Pinot Noir is a beautiful example of Victorian Pinot Noir.
I partook in a crêpe-off on Tuesday with Rob, my bass player and fellow food lover. I made my French recipe, he made his Hungarian one and we taste tested with an array of toppings. They were both good. The French a little richer, the Hungarian lighter. Now I have two recipes to
A walk beneath the trees by the creek is a fine way to smooth the transition from day to evening, especially in the company of a friend. There’s something about walking and talking that makes the conversation more honest and open and rewarding. I took the photo on my way home, hence only
I find it fascinating how the sea ages different substances. I don’t know why the wood of the old jetty posts are black, but it’s mesmerising watching tide wash over and leave the sand in different patterns each time.
It’s a beautiful day at the back beach at Queenscliff. While the water is a whisker on the chilly side, but lovely and envigorating. And the drying off in the sun on a fluffy towel is heavenly. The first swim of the season and summer has officially begun.
What is this stick of seaweed doing pretending to be a tree? Standing so upright in the sand, its shadow falling on the smooth, washed sand. How deep are its roots? Does it have the strength to withstand high tide?
The photo doesn’t do this evening’s dramatic sky justice. Brilliant light where the sun landed against a dark, brooding sky, accompanied by the mad screeching and flapping of a flock of corellas.
The sun is shining, puffy clouds float across the sky and a gentle breeze tickles the leaves in the trees. One couldn’t ask for a more glorious day.
Fun songs are like medicine – one dose and you’re feeling better. When Sesame Street does a cover of a fun song it’s magic medicine – you’re instantly cured of whatever ails you. Look up “If I Knew You Were Coming I’d’ve Baked a Cake”, sung by the Cookie Monster and played
The evening glow lights up the power pole outside my house. Ordinarily a grey lump of concrete, for a tiny window of time, it turns a wonderful rose gold colour. If I’m lucky I look out at exactly the right time to enjoy its ten minutes of splendour.
