Home again...

I don't really go home very much any more. Mainly due to complicated emotional reasons (hooray!) and the fact that it takes 3 and a half hours to get there and the trains are infrequent and expensive.
But goddamn it's nice up there. It's always a lot warmer and the air is cleaner. It's so quiet sometimes it's almost eerie.

Markets in the country are so different to markets in the city. Full of home cooked preserves and wooden furniture, cheap sunglasses and old bits of crockery and crystal. It's nice.

VEGETABLES! sidenote: the woman who ran this stall was a vegetarian and quizzed us in depth about what we would be making with our purchased produce. She was a tiny little woman and I think she terrified my brother into assuring her he wouldn't be cooking meat that night.

It really is a pretty town. This market is right down near the river, actually on what would be the flood plains (if it ever flooded in Victoria again...) and it's quite lush and green there. The trees are ancient and tall and it smells nice and fresh.

Tea Towels! City life has a great under-appreciation for tea towels. Except this lovely place: http://thirddrawerdown.com/shop

We went to a place that serves beer with breakfast. For reals. Oh country life!

Fishies on the wall. Oh country life!

You get stuck in the middle of country town with nothing to do for an hour? You go play three games of pool! Now that's fresh!