Friday morning we were getting ready for leaving Tim, Hall's Gap and the Grampians; Harald was putting our luggage in the car when he suddenly came back to our room, pale, distressed, guilty.
He had left the keys in the car and the bloody thing locked itself up kind of automatically after a while.
Ididn't quite know what to say then and when I finally knew I rather swallowed it again as it would have been very rude.
Of course no burglar in sight when you need one. So Tim made a lot of phone calls on our behalf, but he couldn't spare us the fee of 100 bucks for a guy from the RACV who came up from Ararat to get the keys out again. Which proved to be quite a tricky task.
So...... we started a bit later then expected, but at least we could continue at all and we still had enough time to drive to a place I certainly wouldn't have chosen on my own. Lancefield, Victoria. Or rather that was the nearest 'town', our destination was still some 29km away.
On our way there we stopped at Ballarat , the centre of the gold rush some time ago, but when we realised that the interesting parts of Ballarat where limited to... like, two and a half streets, we quickly resumed our journey.
Why Lancefield, or to be more precise, the Burke and Wills Winery?
As usual, it was all Grahams fault. Check out musicandwine.net and you will see the line up of the world's most tiny and wonderful folk festival. Graham and Janet provided us with camping gear, thus enabling us to stay there and see Graham perform the opening set.
It was a wonderful evening with good food, great wines, brilliant musicians.
Much too soon it was all over again. Or so I thought. At some point I had to take Harald to bed, but I still was not able to settle down, way to much adrenaline in my veins. So I went back to the tent, admiring the stars as I went (You seldom see so many stars, as usually there is too much light around, but there ..... it was breathtaking...) and was surprised to find a bunch of musicians and listeners still there ,
deeply in the mid of a session. It lasted well after 3am, then even the most ambitioned had to declare defeat. I also think that the last bottle of wine was somehow bad....
I realized two things in the course of that night.
The best of music happens when the great crowd has gone to bed.
I am a very bad and naughty woman. It must be true, I was told like,every ten minutes.
He had left the keys in the car and the bloody thing locked itself up kind of automatically after a while.
Ididn't quite know what to say then and when I finally knew I rather swallowed it again as it would have been very rude.
Of course no burglar in sight when you need one. So Tim made a lot of phone calls on our behalf, but he couldn't spare us the fee of 100 bucks for a guy from the RACV who came up from Ararat to get the keys out again. Which proved to be quite a tricky task.
So...... we started a bit later then expected, but at least we could continue at all and we still had enough time to drive to a place I certainly wouldn't have chosen on my own. Lancefield, Victoria. Or rather that was the nearest 'town', our destination was still some 29km away.
On our way there we stopped at Ballarat , the centre of the gold rush some time ago, but when we realised that the interesting parts of Ballarat where limited to... like, two and a half streets, we quickly resumed our journey.
Why Lancefield, or to be more precise, the Burke and Wills Winery?
As usual, it was all Grahams fault. Check out musicandwine.net and you will see the line up of the world's most tiny and wonderful folk festival. Graham and Janet provided us with camping gear, thus enabling us to stay there and see Graham perform the opening set. 
It was a wonderful evening with good food, great wines, brilliant musicians.Much too soon it was all over again. Or so I thought. At some point I had to take Harald to bed, but I still was not able to settle down, way to much adrenaline in my veins. So I went back to the tent, admiring the stars as I went (You seldom see so many stars, as usually there is too much light around, but there ..... it was breathtaking...) and was surprised to find a bunch of musicians and listeners still there ,
deeply in the mid of a session. It lasted well after 3am, then even the most ambitioned had to declare defeat. I also think that the last bottle of wine was somehow bad....I realized two things in the course of that night.
The best of music happens when the great crowd has gone to bed.
I am a very bad and naughty woman. It must be true, I was told like,every ten minutes.
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