Showing posts with label wimmera. Show all posts
Showing posts with label wimmera. Show all posts

Friday, October 26, 2012

A wee step back in time.



Yesterday I was out and about in the wilds of the Wimmera when nature called.

So I popped in here.....




My usual loo spot was a no go zone with masses of workmen paving new paths. 



It was like stepping back in time.


To a very nice time, I must add.



It was as clean as a whistle, and neat as a pin.
There were lace cloths, faux flowers and neatly written instructions.

Who knew this type of place still existed?

I could imagine ladies coming to town for the day, popping in for a chat and a rest, Mothers feeding babies. I bet some tales have been told within these walls.



Check out the colours of the furniture.



The loos were clean.


And, came complete with a view.


It makes me feel happy that places like this still exist.

Monday, July 16, 2012

Rupanyup Living.


Travelling to footy ovals in various parts of the Wimmera Region has it benefits. 
One of those is discovering gems like these.


Claire Morgan runs this shop, Rupanyup Living, in the tiny town of Rupanyup smack bang in the middle of a wheat and sheep belt.



All her goodies were lovely and my head was spinning with delight trying to take it all in.

I loved the flowery gumboots. 






 I am going to have to go back and check out the clothes.

I did buy a lovely wallet, all subdued on the outside and full of colours on the inside.


If you would like to see some more or contact Claire

Have you found a gem in an unexpected place lately?

Sunday, January 16, 2011

If you have any spare prayers left!

Hi, long time no blog. It's been rather intense here during the last few days.
We have had lots and lots of rain and our river system like so many others is choc a block.
Towns upstream have flooded and the highways around the town have been cut.
We have been bracing ourselves for the flood in our river to peak sometime tomorrow night. That is a long time away as the river is slowly and insidiously creeping up and up.
So far it has breached it's banks and roads are starting to be closed around town.
It's nothing like what people have experienced in Queensland, but still, when it is on your own patch and it will affect people you know, it's just rather unnerving.

We are supposed to be on a beach camping trip, that's on hold as the campground is too boggy for us to get into, any, we are not sure if the roads are open anyway.

Silly people around town have been panic buying.

ABC western vic.
I went to get some petrol today.
On the way 3 SES crews with rescue boats passed me, then a couple of army trucks.
The petrol station didn't have any petrol because the trucks couldn't get in to deliver.
I bumped into a friend with Electricity supply connections and they suggested withdrawing cash out because main street is likely to flood and they will have to turn off the power.
I must admit, I did a little freak out at that point.

Mr M. has been slaving away all day at the Incident Control Centre assisting in coordinating the efforts of volunteer sandbaggers and checking elderly and vulnerable people. 
He is adamant we and all our family will be fine.
We are well above the 200 year flood plan.

ABC western vic.
It's impossible to get sand and the sand bags are in limited supply, 25 per household and only for those directly impacted according to the 200 year plan. People are bagging with potting mix and polysacs.

So, how have I been amusing myself today? We have had what feels like 10 thousand phone calls with friends and family. We have been tuning in to the radio for updates and doing drive bys to see how the river is rising.
I have also nearly finished packing. Mr M and the other husbands of campers think we should get out of town before the roads out are cut. I also popped onto Digella's Baked Relief site and donated some money. Check it out here.

I feel much better now I have blurted it all out. If you have any extra prayers, say a little one for those along the Wimmera River.

 We will be truely ruley fine at the Moerks, high and dry and our gentle incline, known in these here very flat parts as a hill, fingers crossed most of the town's people will be too.