This lovely long weekend I enjoyed all of the fun with enchanting friends and amazing music in a bewitching setting that is, the Golden Plains Music Festival. However, whilst that sounds like the delight that it most certainly was, I did have one special highlight.
Something I had never done, but something I had imagined doing from childhood. I slept under the stars! All I can say is ahhh the serenity. Seriously, the bloody serenity! I had a couple of visitors who after briefly experiencing my experience, left dripping with serenity, and I imagine, envy!
It was one of life’s perfect moments. The conditions were tailor made for it. I watched planes, and pretended they were UFO’s, and I saw my first shooting star. Yep, first one ever!
Even being woken at 4.30am by some exceptionally loud neighbouring tent dweller who thought he was David Lee Roth was ok though as it meant I was awake to bask in the glory of the stars once again. Surely I was the envy of the whole festival!!
The monumentus event came about by chance when we had a makeshift camp bed malfunction. The tarp over the back of the ute we were sleeping in became a little too suffocating, as tarps tend to do, when they are approx 10mm from your face!
Coincidently, it was also very apt when keynote speaker Michael Leunig regaled his enraptured audience with an anecdote of the amazingness of sleeping under the stars or as an elderly indigenous man had put it to him, sleeping on country. I wanted to jump up and yell out to him my plan for that very night, but something stopped me, I’m guessing it was sanity.
As anticipated, I awoke to watch the sunrise from my bed feeling fresh, sans hangover, being handed an egg and bacon sarnie by my best friend. Ahh the serenity!
Note: iPhones are not very good at taking pictures of the stars so I am including a pic of how I felt my night under the stars looked. A little creative license has been used, but you get the idea 😉
Had an interesting Good Friday. My choice of the word ‘interesting’ is an ‘interesting’ choice to say the least!
Got up at 5am to get on the road so as not to waste a minute of the day, and hence the fun that would be had by all. I even took a photo of the sunrise to prove to those naysayers that I did actually get up at that time, as I am well aware of the unlikeliness of this.
The drive to Cape Bridgewater was delightful, blue skies, gorgeous landscapes. And I’m not normally one to be ‘taken’ with a lovely landscape, much preferring a grungy urban scene.
We were gobsmacked with the breathtaking oasis we were met with arriving at our destination. Stunning!! I highly recommend the journey.
Camp was set up easily, a soft grassy bed for the tent, and a lovely shady tree to sit under reading a book. Perfect!!
Jemima and I were in the tent putting finishing touches to making beds, and unpacking bags. Camp kitchen was ready for me to prepare the planned salmon and salad lunch. If this was relaxation then I’ll have 2 thank you!
And then….. 😦
Disaster struck, all Hell broke loose!!!!! Within seconds the weather ‘turned’, the tent was demolished, and children were running screaming,
We were in the path of one of the most productive wind turbines in the world, and foresight should have told us that it was probably not the smartest place to pitch a tent!!
But alas hindsight is all we have, and the lesson is learned.
Our dear friends were consoling and offering of solutions, but the dummy had been spat, and we planned to head home, licking our wounds on the way. Plus the weather did not look remorseful in the slightest, and we had left the easter eggs at home anyway!!
All was not lost, I decided to focus on taking photos on the way home, equipped merely with my iPhone camera, Instagram, and a husband more than willing to indulge me. Bless him!!
After all this, meat was eaten!!