As usual, life ploughs on much faster than my blog can keep up. I have scores of photos and tales from Australia that I was intending to share but I keep getting distracted by events and thoughts in the present moment. But I'm going to be strict with myself now and present a few bumper Aussie posts before doing anything else...
And so I bring you Old Gippstown Heritage Park! This requires a post all of its own because I had such a great time there. My mum and I spent several happy hours exploring and being ridiculous, but there was just so much to see that we were kicked out at the end of the day, still not having seen anywhere near everything.
|Old Gippstown High Street|
|Old Gipptown Church - lots of the churches in Gippsland are timber buildings that could just be picked up and |
moved if the early settlements didn't flourish
One of the wonderful things about it is that you can go into every building and there's lots of things to poke and prod and play with. Really, you could spend a couple of days there, if you wanted to properly take it all in... and take multitudes of photos, like we did.
I don't recall there having been a lot in the way of interpretation at the park. And what there was, I haven't really held in my head so I don't have much information about the buildings to repeat here. As such, I think the best approach is to just inundate you with photographs, interspersed with only a few words of explanation...
|The ingenious church windows, which could be opened in such a way as to allow some|
ventilation whilst preserving the look of the stained glass windows
|And the ingenious, reversible pews! In which the back could be pushed forwards to that sitters could face the other way|
without the massive effort of actually shifting them around
Note the dressed-up country look of my outfit (as opposed to my horse-riding country outfit). It was the first outing of the skirt, which my mother gave me, purchased from American Graffiti, a vintage shop on Melbourne's South Bank. The earrings were also a gift from my mother, cardigan from Benetton, jacket from Rokit and scarf from Beyond Retro. Mum thought we should wear heels but we quickly swapped them for more sensible shoes when we stepped out of the car into mud... Mine are EOS, purchased from a factory outlet in Melbourne.
|Presumably people weren't exhumed to be re-buried at the heritage park...|
|Trying my hand at the water pump...|
|... and the wringer. Mum whipped off her slip so that we could have a proper go at it|
|I may have squealed when I saw the classic old ute - unfortunately, I couldn't get in behind the wheel|
|Look at the colour and details! It could do with a clean though...|
|Behind the counter at the cobbler's shop. I loved that you could not only go into all the buildings, but even get in|
behind the counter and play shop...
|Wonderfully rustic, colonial log house, complete with tree bark shutter on the window|
|It was the end of the day and the dressmaker's shop was all locked up by the time we |
found our way to it, sadly... We could peer in the windows though and admire the signage
|Enacting the audience of a thriller in the cinema....|
|... and a weepy|
So, we had an awesome time, as you can hopefully see from these pictures. If you ever happen to be really randomly passing through Moe in rural Australia, I highly recommend checking it out.