A ‘Weekend in Pictures’ post – ahh, they are always my favourite blog posts and this past weekend was really special. Timothy O and I decided to escape the city for a few days, just as the weather dropped and the leaves turned.
We flew to Melbourne and drove to the alpine region of Victoria, where I had booked a tiny timber fishing hut along the Howqua River. Literally couldn’t wait to arrive….
Timothy O and I constantly travel with our jobs, so the fishing hut was the perfect place to run away to and catch up with each other, before going our separate ways again.
There was hardly any phone coverage and the weather was wild and ever changing. The falling autumn leaves looked so cinematic and the smell of smoke was heavy in the air from nearby fireplaces.
I just love everything about this time of year, so much.
Plus, staying at the fishing hut included the bonus of a fly fishing lesson with fly fishing expert Andy – who could say no to that!
Timothy O and I put on the waders, grabbed the rods and headed for the water like pros with Andy.
How hard could fly fishing be, always looks so graceful and relaxing in the movies, just sort of flick the line up and down … I was thinking about all the recipes I could do with trout …..
*note – current mood, very confident.
*note – current mood, hello reality! Turns out, fly fishing is bloody hard.
Timothy O got the knack pretty quickly, besides a few early tangles, but I ‘threw in the fly’ rather fast and decided to just enjoy following the shallows of the river, as it gently snaked through the stirring landscape.
After my misplaced confidence on the fly fishing front, I know, I know, Timothy O and I were in such awe of the river, we both wanted to be as close to it as possible. So we went out to find a special camp spot on the banks.
We didn’t catch anything from our adventures fly fishing – surprising right? – and Andy respectively practises ‘catch and release’ when it comes to his passion for fly fishing … I wasn’t about to give up on the trout adventures, I heard a hot tip that the local IGA was the best fishing hole in town for local trout, so that’s where I went fishing.
I ran into a friend of mine Jana, who is a high country local and helped me a few years ago with some leads for my book Shelter.
She made us the most stunning and homely quince and almond cake, which moonlighted for breakfast, lunch and dinner over the few days by the river.
I actually really loved staying at the fishing hut, it felt really primitive to be protected from the elements by a little timber structure.
If I stay at a place longer than one night I always like to bring a bit of the outdoors in. Whether it be flowers or branches or in this case, autumn leaves, bursting with beautiful tones.
There was no vase, so unfortunately I had to drink a bottle of wine to make a vase… Dang
I brought along my new favourite throw blanket, as I alway like to be reminded of home and a check rug always signals outdoor adventure for me.
Everywhere I looked there was a thick carpet of yellow dancing leaves sprinkling the region … I just had to get into it, so we had a sunday morning picnic right in amongst the leaves.
I packed the flask and Jana’s cake and found a special little spot under an oak tree. So lovely to just lay back on the blanket and be hypnotised by the natural colours.
And here is me, in front of the camera, my favourite spot, not, wearing my new KR Wool Cape which launched earlier this week.
I’m so proud of this piece. It took over six months to perfect it’s simple structure and to find the right Australian maker to stitch and hand finish them. The Cape sold out within a day, which made my heart swell.