River rambling

It was a cloudy day, but the sun was shining through in intermittent shafts of brightness and warmth. There was just a hint of a breeze. A perfect day to take a stroll along the Hindmarsh River a couple of ks from home. The river itself begins in the Mount Lofty Ranges and flows 23 kms south to enter Encounter Bay near Victor Harbor. There are a number of walks along its banks. For history-minded readers, it's named after Sir John Hindmarsh, the first Governor of South Australia.

We decided to take the 'Beach and Lagoon' walk that begins near the railway line, and follows the river's final push to the sea; we've done it a few times before but it always looks different depending on the weather and the light. We step over the lines and walk down a few steps until we are on the boardwalk that meanders through a paperbark forest. The recent rains have made the ground soggy, but we are well protected on the walkway. It's rather eerie, with the twisted ghostly shapes looming on all sides with branches forming a canopy overhead.

I love bark and the way it peels and reveals different colours and textures, so I'm always on the lookout for interesting shots.

We escape the forest and stroll along the walk beside the Hindmarsh River where it ends its journey and enters the sea.

It's peaceful. There's a couple walking on the beach. You can clearly see where the river joins the sea. In the background is the causeway that links Victor to Granite Island.

There's a bunch of seagulls enjoying the brief warmish weather ...

... and Mr Percival ...

We divert and follow the signs that lead us around a lagoon. It is so pretty with the still waters creating perfect reflections.

I'm not sure what this plant is but its deep pink stems (or are they flowers) made a nice contrast with the deep greens, greys and browns of the trees.













A duck swims serenely along, then all of a sudden ...

... ... breaks into a frantic flapping as it washes itself amidst a flurry of froth and bubbles.

 My patient rewarded me with this view of a honeyeater (I think).

We had almost completed the circumnavigation of the lagoon, so one last photo. 

We then retraced our steps back over the railway line, under a railway bridge and walked further upstream. The banks of the river here are thickly lined with melaleucas and other plants so it's impossible to wander down to the shoreline.  But the path is easy to negotiate, if a little muddy.

More bark for me to get excited about.

Winter-flowering wattle always adds a sparkle to the bush.

We walk as far as a bridge, marvelling at the reflections, even on this dull day, then turn and head back to the car.

But one last photo for Steve. 

This is my photo of the native hibiscus he was photographing.

A really lovely, calming walk. We'll probably do it again in the summer.

A dose of Paris fashion

The fashion exhibition at the National Gallery of Victoria was a highlight of my recent visit to Melbourne (see previous blog).

The clothes presented began in the late nineteenth century, showcased 20th century fashion and finished with a couple of 21st century iconic designers. All the greats were represented in this collection, including Charles Worth (considered the father of haute couture), Chanel, Schiaparelli, Dior, Yves St Laurent, Pierre Cardin, Christian Lacroix, Paco Rabanne, and Alexander McQueen.

Kate and I were so excited we forgot to take notes or photos of the information, and thought $50 for the catalogue a bit much, so I can't actually label a lot of these clothes intelligently, that is, match them to the designers.

This was one of the earliest in the exhibition. We loved the attention to detail.

Similarly...

I'm sure my friend BB will love these shoes - exquisite cloisonné butterflies.

Hmmm.... not capes for today's theatre-going crowd, I think.

But again - the amazing detail took our breath away.

We loved how the mannequins were placed among the art work. The juxtaposition of art and fashion was truly inspired.

Can you see me in this jaunty number?

Or maybe this one????

Kate adored these next designs from the 1930s/40s.

Alexander McQueen was represented by these, for him, remarkably restrained examples. He was usually scarily dramatic and confronting, but the next photo shows his Scottish roots...

... and his inspiration from earlier times as in this beautiful gown with the most delicate touches that's breathtaking in its detail.

This is a 1998 suit by Galliano for Dior. How stylish! But perhaps best suited to someone with less kilos than me.

How pretty is this.

Here's a 1942 afternoon dress by Schiaparelli.

Have no idea who the designer is, but I love the cute checked dress.

Another of my favourites: a 1996 dress by Issey Miyake, strikingly set beside a 1920s cabinet from the NGV's collection.

More lovely gowns. 

We were exhausted by the time we had gone through the exhibition twice.

But what a very satisfying visit.

A wintry visit to Melbourne

I have just spent two weeks in Melbourne with daughter Kate and her husband Kim. Despite the erratic weather which is so typical of Melbourne (wet and windy one day, sunny the next, followed by a cloudy and gloomy day - and sometimes all of these aspects in the one day), I had a wonderful time. I mostly lazed about knitting and reading, going out to lunch and dinner with friends, visiting the National Gallery, returning to my regular haunts in Fitzroy, watching Kate cook - and eating the results. I must admit it was a pretty hedonistic time food-wise. And I must have gained kilos.

Here are some highlights.

Exploring Fitzroy
I said hello to our old apartment in the MacRobertson chocolate factory complex ...




and bought a Portuguese tart from my favourite Spanish food store, Casa Iberica.








I then visited Babkas in Brunswick Street for a shoo-fly bun (something I used to do every Saturday  morning)...

 ... peered down graffiti embellished laneways...

 ... passed by Vasette, the best flower shop in Melbourne.

... and made the obligatory trip to the Fitzroy Nursery, another of my Saturday rituals.

Visiting two Melbourne institutions
I spent a couple of hours in the Australian art gallery at Federation Square.

Then had lunch with my cousin Dale and second cousin Olivia at the venerable Hopetown Tearooms - a Melbourne institution for old ladies and tourists - in the very elegant Block Arcade.

Yes, I know..... but it was soooo delicious.

Relaxing with Kate 

 Kate works near the magnificent South Melbourne Town Hall...

... in the library that was originally the post office.

 Lovely little Scout was a delight.

Kate gave me two knitting projects ( a beret and a scarf). Here I am with cats and scarf. George is on my lap.

And the beginnings of a 1930s fan scarf.

Two of Kate's fabulous meals: a Moroccan bestilla (chicken pie) and a Middle Eastern rice pudding decorated with cinnamon-infused apricots and pistachios.

A treat for Kate and Kim was going to the Cuckoo tearooms in Olinda in the Dandenongs, an institution that has been going since 1958. With its kitschy Germanic decorations (think cuckoo clocks, reindeer, alpine bells, wooden carvings, and waitresses in embroidered blouses, full skirts and boots) it was certainly an eye-opener. When I told people I was going there they invariably gushed 'Oh, I had my birthday party there when I was 10' or 'It's so corny, but the whole family used to go there'. And I loved it.

A wander around the suburbs

I love the varied architecture of Melbourne. Here are some houses in Elwood, a nearby suburb.

I couldn't go any further without a visit to the St Kilda Botanical Gardens.

Two highlights

1. A night of Sea Shanties

There were two events that I absolutely adored. The first one was an event that Kate had organised for the library. The words on the poster excited me. 

Off we went. This was different to Kate's other events as it was at an art gallery in St Kilda (not at the library). What a night. The singers were wonderful. They described the history of sea shanties and introduced each song with humour and fascinating facts. As the audience, we were taught the choruses and joined in robustly and enthusiastically. There is something about singing communally that is at once satisfying, exhilarating and utterly joyful. Everyone was laughing and clapping and giving their all. The night was a huge success. We were still singing 'Bound for the Rio Grande' as we boarded the tram home.

I am the blonde on the far, far left.

2. A fashion exhibition

The other highlight was the fashion exhibition at the National Gallery of Victoria - a collection of over 200 garments showcasing haute couture and Parisian fashion from the late 19th century to today. Amazingly, it was part of a private collection that the NGV has acquired. Not only were the clothes glorious, but they were presented right among the art works and furniture that are part of the National Gallery.

Here is a sneak preview. I'm going to do justice to the exhibition by devoting the next entire blog to it.

Obviously, Pierre Cardin .... and me!

I think this black number may have been my favourite
 - all slim and elegant.

Add in a fabulous meal with my former boss Kim and good friend Andrea, a visit to all three Book Grocer shops in the city with friend Michael (after a yummy Indian lunch), a dinner at Tommy Ruffs for the best fish and chips I have ever had, and cosying up on the couch with Kate for a couple of Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers' movies, and you can see that my time was very well spent.

And so my two weeks finally came to an end. Lovely memories... and I'm starting the diet right now.