Found this on postsecret and absolutely could not resist!
Parents have come and gone. The house is quiet again, no more home cooked dinners and hectic weekends. Time to settle back into the familiar.
This wintery autumn is wreaking havoc on my yoga routine. Cold nights, warm couch, hearty soups, snugly bed…
Oh, if only I have sufficient willpower to ramp things up again. Perhaps another challenge is in order?
Sovereign Hill, Ballarat is about a 40 minute drive from Tuki. An open air museum that is located on a site linked to the richest alluvial gold rush in the world.
It has over 60 historically recreated buildings, with costumed volunteers and is complete with antiques, artwork, books, machinery, livestock and animals, carriages and devices all appropriate to the 1850′s era.
This old man wouldn’t stop talking about how her daughter bought him this accordian from Shanghai. Then he started spouting out Cantonese, Mom went to sit by his side and he said, “Oh come come! Come sit next to this ham sap lou…”
We had a spot of lunch at the New York Bakery =)
At the goldsmith, Dad attempted to lift a gold bar…
Retro print house. Bought some prints and posters for the house…
Dad marched into the millinery shop, put on this cowboy hat and demanded a picture…
This is how candles were made. Coincidentally the shop sold various kinds of vegetable oil soaps as well, at just $2.95 each, Mom and I bought up a storm, of course!
Outside the sundry shop…
We raced back to Tuki from Ballarat, hoping to catch some trout for dinner. After all, why stay on a trout farm if you don’t try your hand at trout fishing, right? We hung around for about 45 minutes, all the while watching (enviably) this 2 girls in mini skirts and 3 inch heels, catching trout after trout and squealing away; our fishing rods in the mean time, refused to budge.
That explains why Leo looked like this…
In the end, we gave up, went into the restaurant and bought 4 fresh trouts to cook for dinner (much easier!)
The next morning, we woke up to a herd of stallions right in front of our cottages; bade Tuki goodbye and headed back to Melbourne.
Leo and I woke up bright and early the second day to the wonderful smell of homemade lamb sausages, bacon and toast.
First stop of the day was Daylesford’s Maker’s Market. We went in for a twirl and came out with some handmade rings and vintage prints for the house =)
Chocolate Mill
At around mid day, Dad started to look a little restless, so in order to keep everything tightly under control, Leo and I took them to the Chocolate Mill, “for serious chocoholics”.
Hmm… choices, choices, choices! No one should have to choose between chocolates…
Dark? Milk? White?
Frangelicos? Rum?
Caramel? Mousse?
Ginger? Chilli?
Dad took a dare and ordered ice cream topped with hot chili chocolate. Initially he declared that the chilli factor was pure hoax, until the fiery aftertaste got to him and I swear I saw faint smoke streaming out of his ears!
We came out with bags and bags of cocoa goodness, and that even includes a couple boxes of after-dinner sweets!
Lavandula
Lavandula is a Swiss Italian farm, 10 minutes from Daylesford.
They converted an old barn into a small retail shop that sells homewares and lavender potions.
Mom, with her newfound love for lavender, went crazy. She can now build a tiny house out of the many bars of lavender soaps that she bought.
Against a backdrop of lavender crop art.
There isn’t another person who loves lavender as much as Mom does… You should have seen her butchering the lavender bushes grown outside of our neighbour’s Tuki cottages. She went out at night with a torch light and came back with a million stalks of these purple beauties.
Mom rolling (almost) in a field of lavender…
Had a nice lunch at La Trattoria before heading back to our cottages.
We spent the rest of the evening photographing Tuki’s breathtaking landscapes.
Mom and I walked away from the retreat, hoping to be able to get a closeup of the grazing sheep. Until sheepdog Lily overtook us and chased away all the sheep!
Mom, the ranger, gathering wood for the fireplace…
We had another cosy night in with home cooked noodles, sausages, salad and tea =)
Since I have some time on my hands this weekend, I thought I might as well post an update complete with pictures of Easter long weekend before I had to do another embarrassingly late travel entry.
Parents landed in Melbourne for their 3 week holiday last Thursday. Having visited Melbourne almost 7 years ago on a whirlwind of a trip, I decided to bring them to the idyllic Daylesford for the long Easter weekend.
We were given 2 side by side stone cottages overlooking a lake.
Having consulted Dad on the type of holiday he was after, Tuki Retreat seemed to tick all the boxes. Fresh produce. Countryside setting. Stone cottages. Crackling fireplace. 30 minutes from Daylesford, Australia’s spa country.
The cottages are equipped with old fashion fireplaces (boy, did Leo and Mom have a great time building roaring fires!) and small kitchenettes.
We checked in a little after 2pm and headed straight to the small in-house restaurant for a quick bite.
Tuki is known for its fresh trout as well as its lamb produce. We had a hearty lunch before heading into town.
The main pulse of Daylesford seemed to have flatlined as most retail shops were closed for Good Friday.
Eateries were buzzing with tourists, we had a walkabout and went into Frangos Frangos for coffees and cake.
We later drove into Hepburn Springs and stopped by the cluster of mineral springs in the springs reserve.
Several springs exist in the main reserve – Soda, Sulphur, Pavilion, Locarno and Wyuna. They ALL tasted like old, rusty metal. Although the Soda Spring ranked slightly higher on the likeable-o-meter, (but only due to its carbonated nature), I still could not have spat the foul tasting liquid out of my mouth fast enough.
Here’s one for the album… With me working hard at the pump, dad looking disinterested, and mom, with her crass pose (which was entirely her insistence, btw)
I should have heeded advice on making advanced dinner reservations as every single place we went into was fully booked. We rushed into the local IGA (5 minutes before shop closure), stocked up on packets upon packets of instant noodles and had a cozy homecooked dinner in our cottages.
