We are relentlessly restless. The traveller’s blessing and a curse. The more you travel, the hungrier you become to discover more. Sometimes I lie awake at night and think of all the undiscovered land right on my new doorstop and it takes all my might to will my brain to switch off and sleep, rather than making endless travel lists and plans. Although our day jobs fund our adventures, they also hold us back from leaving on whims and disappearing for weeks so we do what we can, and use every spare weekend to make short trips around New South Wales. A few weeks ago, we headed over the mountains to the west, to a small and unassuming little town called Mudgee. It was festeringly hot during the day (with incredible electrical storms at night), there were friendly people in cowboy hats with handlebar moustaches, there was wildlife aplenty (we even saw an echidna… but sadly no living wombats), we gorged on delicious breakfasts, wine and beer, we stayed in an old church, we discovered even smaller towns and marvelled at the sheer size of the parking spaces and roads. In short, we loved it. I’ll share some more of my photos, but these are my favourites.
Oh yes, and did I mention the stars? As city slickers for the past 10 years, we never pass up an opportunity to see the stars, even if that means traipsing out into a pitch black field (possibly filled with all manner of deadly creatures) in the middle of the night to try and capture them on camera.
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