Trevigue Farm

While travelling through Britain, we stayed at many wonderful B&Bs. Trevigue Farm was no exception.

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We navigated the narrow lanes of Cornwall, getting momentarily lost in Crackington Haven, to find this beautiful 16th century farmhouse.

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Located high on the Cornish cliffs, this 200 acre farm is set around an ancient cobbled courtyard.

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We were welcomed into the gorgeous entrance hall

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and shown to the sitting room

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where we enjoyed a cup of tea and home baked treats.

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There was a snug alcove tucked around the corner.

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We were then led up the stairs

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to our bedroom.

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The room was magnificent with a huge French style bed, vaulted oak beamed ceiling

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and a lovely outlook over the courtyard.

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We strolled around the farm admiring the stunning views

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and the contented animals.

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The next morning we were treated to a marvellous cooked breakfast in the cosy dining room

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before heading off for a day of discovery in Cornwall.

desert delights

As we journeyed through the Northern Territory, we were randomly distracted from the vastness of the desert by some very interesting features along the way. Central Mount Stuart is a mountain peak, about 200km north of Alice Springs, named in honour of the Scottish explorer John McDouall Stuart who reached the area in April 1860. He determined a point approximately 4km south of the peak to be the centre of Australia.

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Stuart originally named the peak Central Mount Sturt after former expedition leader Charles Sturt but the name was changed soon after Stuart’s return to Adelaide.

I was very excited to find a winery in the desert, although there was little evidence of vines.

‘Shatto Mango’ at Ti-Tree, 180km north of Alice Springs had some surprisingly palatable offerings.

We tasted a crisp Mango Magic, fortified Mango Moonshine liqueur and sparkling Mango Mist. We even bought a couple of bottles.

Not too far down the road, we stopped at Aileron roadhouse

to meet ‘Anmatjere Man’. The statue, based on a traditional man from the local Anmatjere tribe, is 17 metres tall and weighs 8 tonne.

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He took twelve months to build and was joined three years later, in 2008, by a wife and child.

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30km north of Alice Springs is the Tropic of Capricorn marker, a stylized globe of the world on top of a 6.5 metre slanted pole.

In 1987, the local Alice Springs radio station ran a competition for design sketches from the public. The winner was a part time announcer for ABC radio. A local artist was commissioned to carve the Capricorn Goats in either side of the cement base.

90km west of Alice Springs, we had a brief stop at Stuarts Well roadhouse.

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The pub/ campground is also the site of a camel farm, set on 9 acres at the foot of the James Ranges.

Continuing westward, we discovered the Cannonball Run Monument.

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The race, run in 1994, was 3200km along the Stuart Highway from Darwin to Alice Springs and return.

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On 24th May, a Ferrari F40 crashed into a checkpost killing the two Japanese occupants and two track officials. The cause of the accident was found to be excessive speed.

We lunched on the lawn under some magnificent gum trees at Curtin Springs, a cattle station 100km east of Ayers Rock. The station covers just over a million acres – that’s 100km long x 40km wide!

Back on the road, we soon spied Mt Conner, at the border of Curtin Springs station, often mistaken for Uluru by excitable tourists.

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There are so many wonderful surprises in the Australian outback, many we would have missed without our fabulous friends to guide us.

Lugliano

On a warm, sunny morning, while the boys were busy building guitars, I drove with two of the wives to a nearby village in Bagni di Lucca – Lugliano. Having learned how narrow the village streets can be, we opted to park at the church

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and discover the rest on foot. Lugliano dates back to 853 AD and as we had anticipated, the main road

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soon became narrow, cobbled streets

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full of wonderful surprises.

The village had a serenity, enhanced by the sunshine,

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the four legged residents were testament to the tranquility.

The views across the mountains

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and the valley below were spectacular.

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I couldn’t resist the intriguing doorways

as we returned to our starting point.

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The Chiesa di San Jacopo was magnificent when viewed from the village.

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The wildflowers were lovely

and the gardens had colourful blooms.

We wandered up the road in the other direction

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and discovered the village cemetery

with a striking view across the mountains.

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It was time to return to Benabbio for lunch, with one last view of the Chiesa di San Jacobo.

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crazy chooks

Two and a half years ago, we decided to get some chooks. We had chooks for many years before moving to Tassie. Always the ‘domestic reds’, purchased as point-of-lay from the local fodder store. They even had names, Satay and Tandoori were the first.

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Then we moved to the country and had four, named after my mum and her three sisters – Jean, Doreen, Mavis and Susan.

Lovely chooks, they’d sit on our laps, knock on the front door,

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help with the gardening,

go to bed when asked, give us eggs in return for a comfortable home, food & water. We thought we’d do a bit of research for our Tassie chooks, something to withstand the harsher climate yet provide us with the eggs they were intended for. The number one recommended all-purpose fowl for a cool-temperate climate…..the Barnevelder.

Adaptable, sedate, calm, quiet, easy to tame and train to the hand. Not to mention the lustrous satin-like plumage and glorious dark red-brown eggs. We built a house and a run, making sure it was impenetrable to lurking quolls (we don’t have foxes in Tasmania but the native quoll will do the same damage). We went to the local poultry show and agreed they were a fine looking specimen. We sought out a local breeder and brought home four, supposedly ‘point-of-lay’. The first morning, I opened the door to the chook house, greeted them with, ‘good morning girls’, and was met with a face full of feathers, dust and chook poo as they bounced off the walls in sheer terror. I thought to myself, ‘hmmm, that went well’, as I spat out the detritus. As time progressed, we realized the chook house wasn’t going to be big enough for these large birds. We built a new one

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and decorated it with curtains and memorabilia designed to encourage normal chook behaviour.

It has had the desired effect, to a degree. They are happy to free-range around the orchard

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and dust baths are a regular treat.

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After seven months, they starting contributing toward their keep in a very sporadic manner.

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We haven’t named them, apart from one we call Broody, a reflection of her habit when she should be laying.

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The others have a few chosen nicknames but I won’t repeat them in print. After all this time, our dream of civilized chooks still eludes us. Their first instinct is to flee

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and the look of panic in our presence is never far away.

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If anyone would like four deranged hens, let me know. If you can catch them, you can keep them.

Benabbio

Benabbio is one of the mountain villages of Bagni di Lucca, dating back to 983AD. It was owned by the Lupari family and cousin Lupo swore to defend the Apennine Mountains against invaders. The drive to the village is narrow and winding with gorgeous views if you dare to look.

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Past the cemetery,

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the houses at the entrance to the village give a hint of the history awaiting.

The road leads to the small Piazza Santa Maria, with a grocery store,

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newsagent,

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parish church and ristorante. We enjoyed some memorable evenings at Il Cavallino Bianco.

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There were some intriguing alleyways leading off the piazza.

The stone steps took us further up the hill,

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passing more rural properties

and the fabulous pizzeria, Acquolina in Bocca.

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Villa San Rocco was situated about halfway up the hill

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with much of the village to discover beyond.

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There was plenty of spring colour around, both wild and potted.

There were many walking paths through the surrounding hills

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with magnificent views of the stunning landscape

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and the village below.

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There were so many fragments of history to be seen on our wanderings.

Even the four-legged inhabitants look contented to be living in this wonderful village.

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There are too many amazing things about Benabbio to cover in one post, there will be more to come.