Winding up the hills past my favourite river spot in Nymboida, the fresh cool air and that Friday-early-knock-off-feeling, where you feel as though you have full freedom while the rest of the country is at work.
We reached Wollomombi by mid-afternoon; the temperature had already dropped below 8 degrees; you could already smell the smoke coming from the chimneys in the small cottages. Met by Ayden the manager of the shop/post office, publican, real-estate owner and Airbnb host we were kindly checked in as the first guests!
With the heaters on inside, we relaxed outside on small deck with wine, cheese and laughter. After a bottle of Shiraz for warmth, we wandered down to the ‘beer and footy night’ at the local shop where we were met by a crackling fire in a shed, the best burger and the great characters of some interesting locals.
Up before sunrise, with a cool temperature of -3 we headed excitedly to the fall lookout to watch the sunrise before walking the waterfall track.
As the frost and fog sprawled over the valley, sweeping in like a magic carpet we were in awe of the glistening frost on the grass beneath our boots.
That afternoon we met with friends for tasting paddles of fresh beer from the New England Brewery Co. As the fire crackled behind us and the taste of coffee stout warmed our belly’s, we drifted off with that enchanted feeling that winter in the New England creates.
Nothing beats a Sunday morning in a small country town. A slow wander down the streets of Uralla, from one coffee shop to the next. The smiles, nods and general delight from farmers and families who had come in for Sunday breakfast.
As we sat in the Alternate root with coffee awaking the soul and a breakfast that I have since replicated for weeks we headed for a drive to Gostwyck church, before returning to Uralla for one more coffee and a selection of goods from the Pie Mechanic.
With the above-mentioned goods being used for a sunny lunchtime picnic, prolonging the ending of the weekend.
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