The younger son and I ventured to Bendigo yesterday to visit the Australian Sheep and Wool show.
I cannot remember the last time I visited Bendigo and certainly don't remember it being as lovely as it is. Given its gold mining history, it shouldn't have come as any surprise that it is chock full of gorgeous Victorian buildings.
We passed the most gorgeous art deco style house (I think my favourite architectural style) and to my joy, found a photo of it via Google, as, as is often the case, I didn't think to take my camera.
The highlight of Ethan's day was the many and varied breeds of sheep on display. In particular, he was quite taken with the rams and, uh, what makes them rams. We watched the judging of a class and much to the amusement of those around us he exclaimed loudly "whoa, check out the nuts on that one, Mum."
Watching the sheepdog trials took me back to our time in the UK, where most Sundays involved a leisurely pint in our village pub before heading home to watch One Man and His Dog. Only in England could sheepdog trials be a popular weekly television show. I loved the farmers in their flat caps and thick regional accents and the gruff affection that they showed to their dogs.
Of course, we spent quite a lot of time browsing the wool stalls, touching, feeling and mentally planning out knitting projects.
Perhaps I could knit a gag for Ethan in time to take the boys to the Royal Show in September. If he was that impressed with the rams, I wonder what he'll make of the bulls?