An Autumn at Armidale
This ANZAC long weekend we drove up to Armidale, nestled in New England High Country region, chasing the final play of autumn hues, desperately clinging on to the branches that are bracing to go bare in the imminent wintry chill. *** Our 450 Km (5½-hour) onward way could be best described as nondescript with a sporadic pop of golden poplars gleaming like a hint of hope in the bare brown regional swathes of land. The little towns of Tamworth, Ullara, Walcha intercepted the uniformity with welcoming change of bright foliage gleaming vibrantly like a burst of variagation splashed on an earthly canvas. As we approached each of the smaller settlements, it was humbling to watch small gatherings in honour of the war veterans - each one unfolded a tale of its own. Tamworth warranted for a stop by for The Big Golden Guitar - we infallibly ensure to include nearby Big Things while on road trips. It served as a break for lunch and pleasing respite from cramming in the car for 4 hours. Brown ...