Last Saturday John and I hit the road again to travel down to Hobart as we had a special delivery to make. For a change we weren’t in any hurry so we made a stop at the historical town of Oatlands.
Oatlands is known for its over 150 sandstone Georgian buildings , many dating back to the 1830’s . Many of the buildings are now accommodations , shops and cafes but on our visit most were closed due to both Winter and Covid – we will return again , hopefully, in the Spring.
Callington Mill is a Lincolnshire tower mill built in 1837 and is a fully functioning flour mill. There were major works in progress at the site although no signs to say what was happening so will have to check it out next time.
Adjacent to the town is Lake Dulverton , which is a waterbird sanctuary and a very peaceful spot it is too.
The Cows in the Lake Sculptures have been in residence since 2018 . The instillation harks back to times past when cows roamed and grazed the back streets of the village before casually making their way into Lake Dulverton in search of nourishing grasses.
My outfit for the day is my striped black and blue Moyuru skirt , a black knit and a black ruffled wool jacket from Paula Ryan , a recycle find several years ago . My navy Trippen boots , a Spencer and Rutherford handbag , leather gloves with multi-coloured fingers ,Gucci sunnies and a black leather hat were my finishing touches.
From Oatlands we continued on to Hobart for lunch and a spot of shopping. We are in a fortunate position here in Tasmania at present with no active Covid 19 cases and many of our restrictions are easing but we are not taking anything for granted and still practising safe distancing and sanitising. It also helps being on an island with our borders still closed at present.
I will admit it was so good to enjoy lunch at our favourite Italian restaurant that had only re-opened last Wednesday, mushroom risotto and a Prosecco for me and a Limon Scallopinni and a wine for John.
My shopping treats were two pairs of tights , a Smashbox primer from Mecca Cosmetica and a rather wonderful pair of red Trippen boots .
Our special delivery to Harry was this rocking horse that had been stored in our attic. The rocking horse originally belonged to my nephew, James , who got him for Christmas when he was 18 months old, the same age Harry is now, that was over 40 years ago . James and his younger brother, Jarrod played with the horse for many years until they outgrew him and he was passed onto Harry’s father, my son Zac. All my children loved and played with him for several years .
Linking with Mica for Weekday Wear, Jess for Turning Heads Tuesday and Nancy for Fancy Friday.