I'm going to Bendigo on Sunday. What is already a big weekend is getting even bigger as I make the two hour drive up the Calder Freeway.
Going to this regional town brings a lot of discussion.
Colleague: Why are you going to Bendigo?
Pand: I've got a ticket to the Elvis exhibition and I want to go to the Wool mills.
Colleague: Why don't you take the train?
Pand: I want to go to the Wool Mills - and Bendigo is a big place - and my Elvis ticket is on the late side.
Colleague: You should make a weekend of it.
Pand: Too much on this weekend already. Going to Bendigo will be enough.
Colleague: You should stop off in Malmsbury - it has a great bakery.
Pand: Sounds like a good idea.
I've noted the Malmsbury element. I might leave half an hour earlier than I was going to - country bakeries are the best.
At the gym tonight I discussed the weekend with Jay and Cleo.
Jay: Why do you want to go to Bendigo?
Pand: I've got a ticket to the Elvis exhibition and I want to go to the Woollen Mills.
Jay: Can't you do that in Melbourne?
Pand: The Elvis Exhibition is at the Bendigo Art Gallery and the Wool Mills are in Bendigo.
Jay: Can't you get wool in Melbourne?
Pand: I want this Bendigo Wool, they sell it at the woollen mills.
By this time I'm getting a bit sick of this conversation.
Jay: Can't you order it online?
Pand: I'd rather go to the shop door and get what I need there. I want to see and feel the wool, select the colours. Like shopping for clothes.
Jay: It's a long way to go for wool.
Pand: It's a long way to go for an exhibition. At least this way I'm killing two birds with one stone.
Jay: Still, it's a long way to go for wool...
I'm not sure what beef Jay has with Bendigo. I'm rather looking forward to a drive, cranking up the stereo, maybe picking up a pasty at Malmsbury, seeing this exhibition, on it's last day, at its last session and driving home. With a stop at the wool mills for a good dose of yarn porn. I won't mention the Sheep Show that everybody is telling me to go too - Australia's biggest wool, yarn and sheep show. Sounds a bit dangerous if you ask me.
Oh, and here is my nearly finished handiwork. At least I can say I knit and crochet quite well.
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The pasties at Malmsbury Bakery are the size of footballs. Ask Dan. He's a fan too.
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