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…
South West Victoria
YOU CAN TAKE THE GIRL OUT OF THE COUNTRY….
Bed. Sleep. Last night I hit the pillow at 7pm. Ever have those days when your body screams FLU APPROACHING? Bunker down. RETREAT! RETREAT! I handed the baton to my husband the minute he walked in the door, and snuggled under the covers. Then it sideswiped me. It was the classic hot water bottle that…
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…
