This Saturday the show bags will be painfully deliberated over, the bagpipes will be squealing and the dust will be swirling at the base of Mount Noorat in South West Victoria. My happy place. The place where I go when I need to recharge, regroup, and repeat the wonders of my own childhood with my…
Noorat Show
DUST AND DONUTS : THE NOORAT SHOW
I totally would have sacrificed my Pretty In Pink barbie doll to win the title of “Miss Noorat Show Girl” circa ANYTIME in the early ‘80’s. To this day, I am uncertain whether it was a bold, feminist stance made by my mother, or more likely due to the fact that I was one of…
