Easter is a much bigger money spinner for the Mudgee region than Christmas.
December in my wild blue yonder is hot! Sometimes as high as 45C.
So the tourists head for the coast, where they can cool off by taking a dip in the ocean.
Not continue to swelter in an inland bush setting with no relief other than a spray bottle or indoor air conditioning.
But Easter is a different scenario.
With very few exceptions, Easter is Indian Summer weather in my bush haven.
Chilly mornings, sunny, balmy days and back to chilly evenings. Perhaps even an open fire to warm the soul.
It’s the type of weather where you just love being alive.
Easter Thursday, I was in Rylstone and Kandos, posting parcels and doing last minute shopping.
On my way into town, it was impossible to miss the never ending stream of cars of all descriptions, from four wheel drives to the pick up trucks and panel vans with trail bikes hitched onto the back.
A trail bike is a given. They’re on their way to Lue Station’s dirt bike track.
As I was filling my car at Price’s Service Station in Rylstone, I counted the cars to while away the time. In the time it took me to fill up, 19 cars passed by.
To a city slicker, this may not seem like many.
But to a seasoned rural resident like me, a normal day might be zilch or 3.
Later that afternoon, on the return trip to my rural property, the convoy of cars heading towards Mudgee on the Castlereagh Highway looked like lemmings following the Pied Piper.
I couldn’t help myself.
Smugness set in.
I know that on the reluctant return trip to the city on Monday, many of these weekend tourists will be lamenting their forced return to chaos.
Me?
I’m going nowhere.
I’m living full time where many wish they could too!
This Guerrilla From The Bush knows just how lucky she is to be living their dream.
Take care,
Carol
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Paul,
Thank you. I love writing about my little village and the glorious life I lead here. And thank you so much for visiting.
All the best,
Carol
Well, this blog is quite a find! What a wonderfully evocative picture you paint, Carol. I’m jealous! Best regards, P.