ON THE ROAD
Bright cheerful morning sunlight streams through the narrow windows of the tiny loft bedroom, collecting flashes of vibrant colour from an array of carefully placed crystals and bottles projecting them kaleidoscopic across the walls. My fist night away and I have been early treated to the warm hospitality of my dear friends in the chilly climes of of the New England Plateau 600km north of Sydney. These are the only people I know who have a well in their house! Henry bought the dilapidated, fire damaged industrial complex 12 years ago and has been steadily converting this 100 year old factory (which produced butter, ice, cordial, bacon amongst much else) into a gorgeous home and studio perfect for pursuing his love of music and art. Time to slip down from my little room, large enough only to fit the warm comfortable bed and nothing else. Fiona’s delicious breakfasts are legendary and I am hungry like the wolf.
Very evocative Simon, thanks for taking me there briefly. xx Shakti