In a simple, yet honest analogy, my life over the last few weeks has resembled something similar to a small, temperamental hurricane, or my hair after I try to brush it after a week. I foolishly ignored my own advice, took on too much, forgot to breathe, and crashed hard as a result, leaving me lost of any creativity or enthusiasm, and in need of a break. But in a truly rare moment of Matilda style genius, I had pre- booked a weekend escape to the South Coast, sans hairbrush, with the partner, and with the promise of some delicious food.
The South Coast is a favourite escape of mine, and offers its visitors a wonderful juxtaposition of rolling green country sides, mountain forests, and lounging oceans. The dozens of towns that scatter the coast all hold my intricate childhood memories of long Summer days, books past, days lost, and melting gelatis. Deciding to indulge our memories, we visited several towns, with the star being Tilba Tilba, a small country town which boasts a population of approximately 400 people.
Welcoming us on Saturday morning with the Tilba Tilba market, we gathered in the town hall to a variety of fresh vegetables, jams, seedlings, plants, and hand-made items for sale. The market, which runs weekly from 8am to 2pm, is a great way to buy some fresh produce, and get some tips on what to see from the locals. The jams on offer are made fresh the day before, and worth gifting to the family (good daughter over here). Down the same lane, you can find the local cheese factory, which offers free samplings, for those who just can’t make up their mind. This ABC cheese factory is well known in the region, and has won many awards for its cheese- even more reason to eat it (like you needed it).
Then, further around the corner, you will find some gardens that trick you into feeling like a white rabbit in search for the time he lost, and in turn- lose your own. There was definitely a moment or two of pleading to relocate my life to some of those gardens, determined I could to live amongst the vines like the insects do. Note for anyone visiting, take someone sensible with you, evidently not me. Then, as you feel as if you couldn’t possibly experience any more picturesque country town-like moments, and surely this was some illustrated children’s book you fell into, you go for a short drive, and meet the seals of Narooma, casually showing off on the rocks, and the blue water pool of Bermagui. COME ON GUYS THIS PLACE IS BREATHTAKING.
And absolutely rejuvenating. My smile is back, I feel excited about some new projects I am starting (and hopefully ones I can share with you next year), and I have direction in my thoughts again. Tilba Tilba, thank you for being gorgeous, I would highly recommend. Hope you are all remembering to look after yourselves, and taking a breather when needed, something I need to remember too.
P.S. For those wondering how I captured such a handsome cow, it is important to note that I REALLY wanted a photo of a cow, so me and my partner went ‘cow hunting’ for a good part of an hour, mimicking their sounds, dashing to fences, determined to capture that steely look and fluffy fur on film. Evidently it worked. It’s the crazy that makes life fun.