We have a holiday today, so Husbie and I drove to Gippsland to visit the parents. It's been awesome and we laughed and laughed and laughed together all day. So lovely because I was knocked out in a yuk way by period pain yesterday.
We had morning tea in Briag!
It's just a small mini break, but it's so lovely to get away from the city and visit parts of the country I know so well. Growing up in the country is so lovely and so annoying at the time, but being able to easily escape the city rush is amazing.
Our holiday is because of a horse race. Not a national holiday, but I've noticed (as I tried to op shop today in a few country towns) that the public holiday *used* to be restricted to the city of Melbs, but in recent years it's not a statewide thing. Weird, and disappointing to avid op shoppers!
But, I just quickly flicked to this opinion piece about the event that means we have a public holiday, and feel like yelling hooray YAY! As it's a touchy issue, and it's so lovely to see Marieke say it so clearly and valid. Yay Hooray! Don't get me wrong, there's tradition and fashion (things I love) but there's so much more wrong things about horse racing, that they kinda outway the good.
I've made it more extreme using Lightroom, but yay for dreamy public holiday cappuccinos!: