Travels with George by Vivien Fallows

Author:Vivien Fallows
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: The Book Guild
Published: 2017-11-17T05:00:00+00:00

Saturday 20th April: from Blue to Snowy Mountains

Matt and Alice spent the morning flat-hunting and found an ideal place in Birchgrove with an impressive view of Sydney and the harbour. I stayed at the house and pottered prior to our trip to the Snowy Mountains. Having struck lucky and found a flat, there followed a fair amount of scrabbling around to get the paperwork sorted out before putting in their offer. The idea was to deliver the necessary bits and pieces before setting off on our journey. By happy coincidence, the flat was above the estate agent’s office, so having pushed the papers under the door of the (by now) closed office, we sat and admired the external elevation of the flat, which was accessed via a very twisty spiral staircase.

Alice hadn’t seen inside the flat as it was the last viewing of the morning and despondency had set in but she bravely trusted Matt’s judgement and was in favour of applying. As good luck would have it, the current tenant appeared and then proceeded to give them both a guided tour. Matt was surprised that he had misremembered some of the layout and Alice wasn’t overawed by the high ceilings. However, when compared to the competition viewed previously, it received a resounding thumbs-up. So with all done that could be done our attention was drawn to assorted hunger pangs, which were finally sated by plates of baked beans and Marmite. Vegemite has failed to usurp its English counterpart on my family’s palate, which means that each and every time I arrive in Australia I have to stand in line to declare my numerous pots of salty black condiment to a bored-looking customs official.

And then – finally – we were off, heading southwest and into heavy rain. A dramatic five-hour journey ensued with a tiny bit of white-knuckle (mine) aquaplaning. A petrol stop at Goulburn allowed me to add another big ‘thing’ to my Larry the Lobster list. This time it was the Big Merino aka Rambo – wish I had been able to take a photo but at least he (along with all the other whacky big art) appears on several internet sites.

At last we reached Thredbo and what a fabulous spot… even in the pouring rain and pitch dark I knew this was somewhere special. We stayed in a delightful cabin beside the Thredbo River, where my bed was up a steep ladder in the loft whilst my hosts had a pretty double room downstairs. I loved my lofty space from where I could peer over the balcony down into the living area and retrieve mugs of tea or coffee which appeared from time to time at the top of my ladder. It was all so very, very lovely. Alice was determined to cook on our arrival so as soon as she had extricated herself from the car was to be heard biffing and banging away in the kitchen. In less than twenty minutes we were tucking into hot pasta bathed in tuna and tomato sauce – my contribution was to tidy the kitchen afterwards.

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