i have dragged myself from my death bed to post, just for you my faithful readers. well, ok, im not really that sick, but i have been hit with a 24 hour stomach bug thing and it hasnt been fun. feeling a bit better now, apart from sore ribs and an abiding queasiness that means i may never eat again. well, ok, yes i will.
moving right along. this long weekend just past involved a road trip, which means photos of scenery, dogs and car knitting. there are pictures of sheep too, so bear with me.
we went to boorowa, which is a little town south of cowra and north of yass. ive been here a few times and really like it.
the october long weekend is the Irish Wool Festival, where the town celebrates its Irish settler wool-grower heritage.
obviously, it doesnt celebrate its indigenous land-owner heritage, but anyway. no need for me to get political ALL the time. they clear the street for a parade and have local produce and music and craft stalls etc. they do have wool for sale, but im not in the market right now (no, i am not) so i browsed and moved on.
i did venture into this store,
which actually used to sell local wool, including hand spun, but now doesnt, and im still disappointed about that. the floats in the parade pay homage to the local sheep, mostly merino
and some a little more part of the family than others. hmmm.
then there is the highlight of the show: the Running of the Sheep,
where a flock of said animals take to the street
and man and dog attempt to drive them in a straight line
there were no major incidents. This time. my own dogs were just tourists this weekend as well, our team wasnt racing in the flyball comp they have here every year
but trent had some Secret Judges Business to attend to so i went along for the ride and to help out. it was great to be able to enjoy the parade for once, and take in some more of the scenery, including this lovely juxtaposition of old and new with a skate park next to a grain silo
ricco and possum were quite taken with the skate park
and i was quite taken with the amazing countryside, looking the greenest it has for years
and bursting with canola.
somewhere in between here and home i was struck ill, so ill that i didnt knit the whole way home, but even so, two socks have grown somewhat.
i havent knit all day today either, which for me means im really sick, but now that i am up and about i think its time for chicken soup and getting things back to normal around here. where ‘normal’ is lots of knitting, of course!