A Sticky Beak Serpent
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izmeinaIt's a shame to waste such a pretty date otherwise I'd be still slinking in Nanoland.
So many strange and interesting things going on in Izzieland and the days of squiggling in Cyberia are far and few between even without the distraction of 50,000 story words in November.
It's around this time of year that this serpent used to slink down to the ever so gorgeous and inspirational "Eden Vale" for a long weekend during the annual spring Festival of Country Gardens. That 10 year tradition ended in 2012 thanks to a certain nasty cane toad of a boss. So been on the search for cheapskate substitutes ever since preferably those that do not involve overnight stays as that is what really ratchets up the cost of a few days out and about.
So I was ever so pleased as part of my random meanderings and bus hopping to come across a most gorgeous historical museum village up in the hills filed with gorgeous old rickety bockety houses, shops and other buildings all made from wood or corrugated iron.
It happens to be on the site of an old railway station which also has been preserved along with the buildings.
The downside was that it was 2pm when I came across this gorgeous place and it closes at 3pm. There was an entry fee and the inner logical goblin declared that it would make more sense to come back another time but the inner serpent had other plans.
If you don't take a peek today you will save 5 silver sickles but will spend ages wondering about what was behind all those mysterious wooden doors. The weather is just perfect and who knows there could be some nano novelling inspiration lurking in that old post office, fruit sorting shed or thunder box at the end of the garden.
So glad that I chose to spend that $5 and 60 minutes peeking and pottering amongst all the old things there. Will make a whole day of it next time and bring along a picnic. It was the $5 I spent at a nearby cafe that I regretted when the 40 minutes or so lurking there earlier could have been more enjoyably employed peeking in the sheds of the old village.
Meanwhile the rest of the country is caught up in a daze of never ending nostalgia. Strange how time changes everything. A certain anniversary today was a very big thing for 20 or so years and now with the passing of another 20 it has become ancient history since a good half of the population were not even born in 1975.
I guess I will be long departed this mortal coil when they get around to museums with displays of how they lived in the old days of the 1990s. The future is just the past that hasn't happened yet.
Last weekend was also filled with culture vulture fun and sticky beaking in interesting buildings such as Alan Bond's old 51st floor city penthouse with gold plated taps, jacuzzi, sauna and some truly disgusting wall panels made from dead rhino skins.
I used to think he was just a scheming swindler who targeted suckers with his get rich quick schemes but to see those bits of poor rhinos showed him up as a disgusting vulgar guttersnipe with a giant ego on a pissing contest.
There were also tours of an underground mine in the city. That's definitely going to be a lurking ground for eldritch abominations along with the jacuzzi in that penthouse.
Inspiration is everywhere and it's so much fun sniffing it out.
So many strange and interesting things going on in Izzieland and the days of squiggling in Cyberia are far and few between even without the distraction of 50,000 story words in November.
It's around this time of year that this serpent used to slink down to the ever so gorgeous and inspirational "Eden Vale" for a long weekend during the annual spring Festival of Country Gardens. That 10 year tradition ended in 2012 thanks to a certain nasty cane toad of a boss. So been on the search for cheapskate substitutes ever since preferably those that do not involve overnight stays as that is what really ratchets up the cost of a few days out and about.
So I was ever so pleased as part of my random meanderings and bus hopping to come across a most gorgeous historical museum village up in the hills filed with gorgeous old rickety bockety houses, shops and other buildings all made from wood or corrugated iron.
It happens to be on the site of an old railway station which also has been preserved along with the buildings.
The downside was that it was 2pm when I came across this gorgeous place and it closes at 3pm. There was an entry fee and the inner logical goblin declared that it would make more sense to come back another time but the inner serpent had other plans.
If you don't take a peek today you will save 5 silver sickles but will spend ages wondering about what was behind all those mysterious wooden doors. The weather is just perfect and who knows there could be some nano novelling inspiration lurking in that old post office, fruit sorting shed or thunder box at the end of the garden.
So glad that I chose to spend that $5 and 60 minutes peeking and pottering amongst all the old things there. Will make a whole day of it next time and bring along a picnic. It was the $5 I spent at a nearby cafe that I regretted when the 40 minutes or so lurking there earlier could have been more enjoyably employed peeking in the sheds of the old village.
Meanwhile the rest of the country is caught up in a daze of never ending nostalgia. Strange how time changes everything. A certain anniversary today was a very big thing for 20 or so years and now with the passing of another 20 it has become ancient history since a good half of the population were not even born in 1975.
I guess I will be long departed this mortal coil when they get around to museums with displays of how they lived in the old days of the 1990s. The future is just the past that hasn't happened yet.
Last weekend was also filled with culture vulture fun and sticky beaking in interesting buildings such as Alan Bond's old 51st floor city penthouse with gold plated taps, jacuzzi, sauna and some truly disgusting wall panels made from dead rhino skins.
I used to think he was just a scheming swindler who targeted suckers with his get rich quick schemes but to see those bits of poor rhinos showed him up as a disgusting vulgar guttersnipe with a giant ego on a pissing contest.
There were also tours of an underground mine in the city. That's definitely going to be a lurking ground for eldritch abominations along with the jacuzzi in that penthouse.
Inspiration is everywhere and it's so much fun sniffing it out.
