Wilson's Prom

 If I'm to get this post written before it's completely outdated, it's going to have to be without much text again. Still you can enjoy the photos of that most wonderful of Australian beaches...Tidal River at Wilson's Promontory National park. Knock yourselves out.

 

 

Foot up

 In my exhausted state in East Harling, while packing up my life, all I could think of was getting somewhere where I could relax and sit in the sun for while and maybe read books on the kindle that my buddies gave me before I left.

I got my wish, albeit in a round about fashion. I sprained my ankle last week and although it was painful, I thought it was ok until the bruise came up! You can see the swelling here but you can't really see the colours of the bruise. It's kind of black & green. Erk

 Luckily Suzanne (Roxi's Mum) had a place in the sun for me in Castlemaine in Central Victoria and I've never been so glad to find it. I feel almost normal again but still weepy & still very sorry for myself.

 Last time I was here in Australia there had been a drought for 10 years, the dams were all baked and cracked and the gardens were desert landscapes but this time it's miraculously green and Suzanne's garden was an absolute haven. You can just see the wee studio that was my inside haven when I wasn't outside on the verandah.

 and the ubiquitous Hills hoist clothes line that graces almost every backyard in Australia. The amazingly huge artichoke thats flowers were filled with bees.

 

Suzanne is an amazing healer and has helped me enormously to see my path as a brave and exciting adventure rather than a shuffling scary creep up a windy rocky mountain-side. So I thank her here from the bottom of my heart for setting my feet back on solid ground again.

The big day!!!

 At last. 

It was meant to be the end of the world as we knew it and it was for my niece Amy and her paramour Trent. Their lives changed on the 22nd of December for good.

We'd been watching the weather for days to see if it was going to be fine for the wedding of the year.

Here is a photo tour for you.

  

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 The plans have been happening for a year now and finally it was time to take the wire off the plants and give the rabbits free rein!

 

 All is ready..

 

 This is the area out the back of the property which was set up for the ceremony.

 Amy's grandfather was a sculptor and kept an enormous amount of rusty bits & pieces. Who knew they'd come in handy as props for this fantabulous event.

 

 

 The scene was set.

 

 Ready for the grand entrance.

 

 

 Finally just as we began to swelter in the sun, the bridesmaids started to walk down the slope, led by Lena, Amy's sister. Never before seen by me in a frock. Looking like a grecian goddess fresh from Olympia.

 looking as cool as a cucumber in her red & aqua trainers.

  7 groomsmen ....

 .. and 8 bridesmaids

 First sighting of "The FROCK"

 The meeting of the clans

 

 

 

 

  

 Then it was time for the PARTY!!!

 

 

 and the speeches...

 and the dancing

 Then the pack up..

Time to put the mirror ball back in its box

 .... wash all the glasses

 and sit down .... for a few days.