It all began on our last Friday in Yea (small town about 2 hours from Melbourne) where I was sleepily seated in one of the three town's GP's practices watching the GP passing judgement on yet another skin lesion and awaiting my morning hit of coffee which I had sent Dave (my rural health partner) out to get. An hour into the consultation, with my eyelids getting heavier and heavier, Dave pokes his head into the room in between patients and says, "Err Sue, I think we've just been evicted from the caravan park". Now, a proclamation like that usually conjures up images of shiftless bogans in wife-beaters, wives and 58 squaling children after a night of drunken revelry. But let me explain.
We were being put up in a little cabin in the town's caravan park next to the river which is famous for it's snakes. Thank goodness no snakes ever crossed my path on the morning treks to hospital. But anyways, it turned out that it was by mere virtue of complicated miscommunication between the caravan park owners, the rural clin school and ourselves, we were being booted out that day due to bookings not having been made. We were expecting to stay for the weekend, but we had to get our stuff out of the caravan in an hour.
With the prospect of nowhere to stay, we gave one of our rural clin school classmates (who's name also happens to be Dave, henceforth to be refered to as Big Dave) a call and he kindly invited us to his parent's farm in Alexandra (next town across) to spend the night whilst the rural clin school in Shep sorted accomodation out for us in Shep.
Well, forward 2 days and it looks like the eviction was the best thing that happened to us in our rural rotation because Big Dave's house was far superior to our caravan, his parents were lovely and Big Dave gave us the full country tour including a BBQ on their front lawn which overlooked some beautiful mountains, an afternoon out on his dad's boat complete with round biscuit (like an inner tube) and water-skiing. He also took us for a spot of rock-climbing up Sugarloaf peak. There were bits on that trek when we were climbing up rocks with nothing between us and the bottom of the mountain but thin air. No harnesses, ropes. We had to traverse a little cave-tunnel thing which could have potentially harboured a family of snakes escaping the heat. Yes, I hate snakes. All in all a pretty challenging climb up.
But here are the photos.
Wouldn't you be inspired to cook marvellous things with a view like that?
Well today, muscles that I didn't know I had are aching and anything more complicated than typing invokes much pain. Although, call me a sadist, but it's good pain!
We were being put up in a little cabin in the town's caravan park next to the river which is famous for it's snakes. Thank goodness no snakes ever crossed my path on the morning treks to hospital. But anyways, it turned out that it was by mere virtue of complicated miscommunication between the caravan park owners, the rural clin school and ourselves, we were being booted out that day due to bookings not having been made. We were expecting to stay for the weekend, but we had to get our stuff out of the caravan in an hour.
With the prospect of nowhere to stay, we gave one of our rural clin school classmates (who's name also happens to be Dave, henceforth to be refered to as Big Dave) a call and he kindly invited us to his parent's farm in Alexandra (next town across) to spend the night whilst the rural clin school in Shep sorted accomodation out for us in Shep.
Well, forward 2 days and it looks like the eviction was the best thing that happened to us in our rural rotation because Big Dave's house was far superior to our caravan, his parents were lovely and Big Dave gave us the full country tour including a BBQ on their front lawn which overlooked some beautiful mountains, an afternoon out on his dad's boat complete with round biscuit (like an inner tube) and water-skiing. He also took us for a spot of rock-climbing up Sugarloaf peak. There were bits on that trek when we were climbing up rocks with nothing between us and the bottom of the mountain but thin air. No harnesses, ropes. We had to traverse a little cave-tunnel thing which could have potentially harboured a family of snakes escaping the heat. Yes, I hate snakes. All in all a pretty challenging climb up.
But here are the photos.
Wouldn't you be inspired to cook marvellous things with a view like that?
Well today, muscles that I didn't know I had are aching and anything more complicated than typing invokes much pain. Although, call me a sadist, but it's good pain!
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