Last Thursday our family traveled to the Gold Coast, Queensland to attend the wedding of my youngest niece.
It was exciting to catch up with family to celebrate this memorable occasion. The bride and groom took their marriage vows at a tranquil garden party setting and celebrated their wedding breakfast with seventy guests at the rustic reception venue at The Boomerang Farm, Mudgeeerabra.
“Miss Daisy,” a 1967 Daimler, safely chauffeured the bridal party to the grounds and parked proudly among the garden party guests.
Two rustic windows that had once hung from the wall of a home was the host for the guest’s seating arrangement.
Gracing the mantle of the reception venue was a memorial of treasured loved ones of the bride and groom.
Hanging from the bridal bouquet were two medallions bearing a photo of the bride’s late grandmother and father.
Two Ulysses Butterflies fluttered around in celebration of two beautiful people vowing their eternal love for one another.
I am so pleased I began this blog. Even though I ditched it and went to my FaceBook page “Travelling with the Hopes”, I still have a wonderful recording of my travels.
One looks back on the last twelve months and feels that it has gone so quickly, but then again, so much has happened that it seems to have gone on forever!
They have been wonderful months, but heart-wrenching too. We have tragically lost family members and friends, I have lost Aunties and Uncles and I have seen another beautiful Aunty succumb to that wretched disease of Alzheimer’s and I have watched loved ones decline in health. This is what we call life!
If only I could go back in time by a couple of decades! Would I do anything different? Hmm! Maybe! I know I would spend more time visiting family and friends. I would have bought a caravan a decade ago, instead of waiting ‘for the right time’.
I don’t really have regrets, life is like a map. There are so many roads to take. If you take the wrong one you can always turn left or right. The irony is that you don’t know which is the right direction until you have gone down that path! I guess that is ‘fate’ and if we don’t take risks we will stagnate!
So, I have started a new beginning here in Tasmania. I feel as though I am meant to be here.
Every time I go into Launceston I ‘ooh & ah’ at all the beautiful buildings that grace the footpaths of the city, and the parks are just picturesque! City Park has its own troop of monkies…..yes, right in the heart of the city! Gracing the street of City Park is the glorious building – Albert Hall.
I never tire of the view of Custom House as I drive over the bridge approaching Launceston CBD. Built in 1885 on the North Esk River it’s elegant protico and Corinthian colums boast the beauty of the precision of architeture of the 19th century.
More photographs to follow in the coming weeks of the preserved buildings of Tasmania.
Our nomadic life was a great adventure that enriched our life so much. We met some wonderful people, although we may never see them again, they will be etched in our memories forever!
The beauty of Australia is never ending! The towns we visited were very welcoming, except for one, well life isn’t perfect, and we were not about to let that upset our experience.
We ventured on The Spirit of Tasmania to visit family and found that we felt very much at home on this little island.
So, almost twelve months later, here we are now Taswegian’s! The caravan has been sold, and we are once again homeowners and settled once again!
I have since signed up to the University of Tasmania (UTAS) studying for a Diploma of Family History and loving it! I have gained so much knowledge and can’t wait to unpack my mountains of family history paperwork and books, once again!.
So, from now I will be blogging about my daily/weekly happenings.
There will be a bit of family history, Tasmanian history, Town history and some ramblings of what is happening.