We're home from a beautiful long weekend in the Snowy Mountains.
Claire and Paul are like family to us and it was so lovely hanging out together. It was our first time at the farm. It was always on our to do list to visit but life's distractions seemed to get in the way. Not anymore. We're chomping at the bit to return already and we'll make time for it.
The boys got stuck into some jobs with Claire and Paul...
... while I wandered about capturing all the colour and texture of Autumn.
It was glorious to sit and enjoy such a scene together.
We ate a hearty breakfast the next morning, watching the heavy fog slowly lift from the valley through the large kitchen window.
I popped out to capture images of the dewy spider webs in the trees along the river before the sun dried out the diamond like beads of moisture.
The boys did a spot of trout fishing after lunch.
Those wily trout eluded their lines but they had fun trying.
We almost ended up staying another night, (you wouldn't have had any protest from me but Hubby had to work the next day), when we couldn't find our car keys as it was time to head off. After searching though all our bags and bedding several times over they were finally discovered, (boo hiss), and we bade our farewells to our beloved friends.
The drive home was both beautiful, (Bolaro Station, gorgeous), and heart stopping, (hello kangaroos in the middle of the road at night, bloody hell that was close!).
I adore the Snowy Mountains with its wild, untamed wilderness and pockets of autumn beauty.
Thanks Claire and Paul. We can't wait to return!