Decided to take the scenic route to York on saturday and in the process nearly ran over dugite, goanna and goanna. Didn't bother stopping for pics cause I figured they would have vamoused by the time I was out there. Then after a quiet day in York I got lost on the way back. Decided to go through Grass Valley and investigate back roads. I sort of thought I knew where I was going but ended up going in a big circle.
This is somebodies wheat out the back of Grass Valley somewhere. Not very big. Probably not a lot of rain out there this year, just like everywhere else. They will have to pull it up soon (they have some fancy farmer word for doing that which escapes me at the moment).
Kept going around in a circle and ending up here. Kind of a mobius strip of land in the middle of nowhere if you like.
On sunday I paid an off schedule visit to the Artisan Bakery Cafe in Mundaring and played for a couple of hours. Figured it would be busy there because it was market day, but the Dome that has been built down the road has put a serious dent in their business.
Ended up in Bakers Hill as advertised and played what was left of the morning/early afternoon. Met a guy called Ryan and his very hot girlfriend. Ryan plays sax with a ska band in Perth. I let him play with my harp. He didn't let me play with his very hot girlfriend. Oh well, that happens I suppose.
Monday, back out at Bakers again, usual crowd, Rita and Eddie et al. A guy came through who has been touring around the countryside in this:
Not a great photo, but behind the drivers seat is another seat and behind that he is pulling a little trailer. He bought his pie without sauce and pulled sauce out of a little compartment in the trailer.
Now why didn't I think of that?