The Mysterious Tale of an Apple in N1

Halloween 2012 officially started last night for me, when I headed out on the town with my fancy-dressing partner in crime. But before I share my costume with you, I must tell you the mysterious tale of an apple in N1...

The mysterious apple...

Yesterday evening, I was on my way to my friend's flat in Canonbury, to get ready for our night out. It was my first visit to her new flat so, having found the right street, I was walking down it, looking for the right building. It was dark, the sky had opened up, and I had pulled my scarf up over my head in a vague attempt to keep dry. As I stood, waiting for some cars to pass so I could cross a street, I felt a tap tap at my right foot.

'Someone is knocking at my foot', I thought for a second, before realising the oddness of that idea.

I then looked down to see a small, red apple resting next to my foot.

I looked down to see an apple (reenactment)

'How odd!' I thought to myself. I looked around to see where it might have come from. I had walked over this section of footpath moments before (in hunting for my friend's flat, I had accidentally gone to the wrong house first, so had to retrace my steps backwards). There was no-one about who might have dropped it. There were no apple trees about from which it might have fallen... and in any case, by the looks of it, it seemed too polished to have come from a tree.

Completely bemused, and feeling something like Snow White, I reached down and picked up the apple.

I picked up the apple (reenactment)

I then carried it with me to my friend's place. When she opened the door, I recounted to her the mysterious tale.

'Don't you think it's weird?' I asked.

'What's even weirder', she replied, 'is that you picked up the apple.'

I just couldn't resist though. It felt like something from a fairy tale. I couldn't have walked away from the apple after it knocked at my foot in that fashion. I carried it with me in my handbag all night and have brought it home. What happens now, I don't know...

...?

Am I completely mad for being so transfixed by this mysterious apple? Perhaps... Probably...

But as for my outfit, I'm afraid it wasn't nearly so extravagant and impressive as last year's effort because we weren't quite so organised, what with my friend moving flat and me being abroad and then overwhelmed with returning to full-time work. However, we kind of managed to pull it together at last minute, with some B-grade '50s horror style in the form of victims of the blob or some other such other-worldly monster...

Run! Don't Walk! From... the Blob!

And I will be making pumpkin pie and hopefully doing something else fun and appropriate on Halloween night itself to add some excitement to the mid-week. Hope you all had a fun weekend and have a happy Halloween!

Jillaroo Style

Embracing the Aussie lifestyle... and look

Jillaroo (noun): a young woman working on a sheep or cattle station to gain experience. 

Origin 1940s: from the given name, Jill, on the pattern of 'jackroo'.

Where do you begin with catching up, when you've been away from blogging for two months, having holidays in Australia, building up an arsenal of literally hundreds of photographs? 

Well, let's go for a stereotypically Aussie adventure, just for fun...

The background story: When I was spending a few weeks in Gippsland, in the south-eastern corner of Australia, I went up into what is known as the high country, the mountainous area towards the the top of the state of Victoria.

A classic High Country scene, in the town of Dargo

Curious High Country cows. Moooo?

In this beautiful part of the world, the 1980s film, The Man from Snowy River, was filmed. Based on a poem by the beloved Australian poet, 'Banjo' Patterson, it's a wonderfully dramatic love story in which a young man proves himself to the local landowner through his ability to capture and tame the infamous wild horses of the area, and in the process wins the heart and hand of the landowner's daughter.

(Image source)

Watching the film after my visit to the High Country, I decided I had to go horse riding. I wanted to be able to ride down the side of a rugged mountain in the fashion of the film's hero in the climactic scene...

The climactic chase scene - apparently the stunt was carried out by a local lad (Image source) 

And so, horse riding I went! It wasn't quite like the above picture but it was pretty amazing! We went on an hour-and-a-half trail, up and down the side of mountains, traversing rocky ground, splashing through creeks, avoiding wombat holes and trotting past grazing cattle.

Here's my faithful steed, Caddie. She was a bit shy...

Caddie and me

I wasn't able to take pictures on the ride, obviously, particularly as I was very busy concentrating on not falling off and adopting the right bouncing pattern when Caddie trotted and egging her on (I was given one of the more docile horses due to my complete lack of experience, but that meant she had the tendency to slow right down when I had to get her to keep up). But here's a view back down over the place where all the horses lived, Coonawarra Farm Resort, taken after our ride.

Coonawarra Farm Resort, in beautiful Gippsland High Country

Back on solid ground, I could focus on striking a few poses... Here I am, doing my best farm/bush girl look, with hat and all.

Jillaroo by the gate

Jillaroo by the creek

The surprisingly rich colours of the Australian landscape... even just in a few little rocks

(Pictures of me, and the view of Coonawarra, all taken by my lovely mother, who accompanied me bravely on the ride)

Bronte Beach Bathers

Hullo again, dear readers, after my long absence! I'm back in an autumnal London now but here are a couple of shots from Australia, taken at Bronte Beach in Sydney. I'm wearing an amazing 1950s bathing suit which a family friend gave me. Isn't it gorgeous? It's part of a collection of clothes she was given by her grandmother. As she doesn't wear it, she thought it better that it be used for the purpose it was intended, rather than sitting in a box... And I was an obvious candidate to be the recipient!

I've been on the lookout for a vintage style bathing suit for a while. There seems to be a fair few being made these days in this kind of style but they are all in modern fabrics and expensive. At the same time, I was apprehensive about buying an actual vintage article as I generally draw the line at pre-loved underwear and swimwear... There's just something that makes me slightly uncertain about it... But, coming from a friend, it felt a bit different and not at all weird. And they are the perfect, genuine, cotton article. The adjustable, buttoned straps initially felt like they were pulling a bit tight over my back, even at the longest length, but I just tied them as a halter neck and voila!

This treasure coming my way after my fruitless search for bathers just goes to show that good things come to those who wait!