by Kerry Tolson @kerrytolson.com
The scent of wattle fills the air and blends into the sweetness of apple blossom, its still a week away from the beginning of spring, yet Albury /Wodonga's streets are bursting with flowers and buds. Magnolias, wattle and apple trees bloom brightly, jonquils, daffodils and pansys spray across the parklands and surrounding paddocks are filled with the sunny yellowness of canola. High above, wide blue skies and warm sunshine abound. there's still a cool crispness to the air but at least we've left behind the cold chilly winds and rains that have plagued the North Coast this winter.
We're about to jet out to a land of 34degrees but on the way have dropped into see "the Bud" and "gorgeous Gal" at their new home town of Wodonga.
and instead of a donkey picture, had used a map, the pin landing on the tail end of the Murray. I was curious as to what was Albury or her twin sister, Wodonga.....and quite excited at the prospect of discovering their unknown delights.
Since the Bud & Gals move, Mal and I have had the pleasure to visit AW a number of times and with each visit fall more in love with these regional gems.
images of Dick Tracey to mind. I was thrilled to find stunning bakelite radios in fluro jellybean brightness and fabulous vintage posters.
fretwork of the sanctuary were a gift from Westminister Abbey (England!) and that only one stain glass window was rescued from the ashes. This window was inserted into another window depicting a phoenix rising from the ashes - simply beautiful.
Some 40ks away we drive into Rutherglen - a village known for its wineries and colonial architecture. Last time we visited Rutherglen, we were two of twenty thousand who had descended upon the township. The Rutherglen Winery Walkabout was on (more like the Rutherglen stagabout...) and its delectable liquid delights were being celebrated. We had jostled for space on the street with drunken bananas, power rangers and red nosed santas... not to mention drink-steering of prams.
leopard tank in the memorial park. A late lunch and a sample of the local wine at one of the pubs completes our afternoon.
The drive back to AW is awash with colour - sage green, a flash of blossom pink and the river gums ghostly white dotted by wattle yellow...
a spring of new beginnings awaits.
Hello! I'm Kerry
. . . a plan-nothing, have no idea where I'm going travelholic.
A daughter of the gypsies and the wife of a workaholic, I'm forever wondering 'What's over there?' and devising ways to squeeze through the barbed-wire fence of small-business ownership responsibilities and every-day life tangles to discover it.
and this is my book
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