Years End at Hill End.

A jar full of homemade muesli was placed upon my desk in Sydney by Jacqui as a welcome home gift. I packed it in a washing basket with a thermos, avocado, lemons, christmas chocolates, plunger, coffee, and tea bags for a journey to Western NSW with Susan. We ended up at Hill End where porridge (well muesli really but I think they are closely enough related to be in the family) once again proved to be a pivotal point of the trip. Instead of scoffing sausage rolls at Hill ends general store like everyone else, we purchased a litre of milk , drove up to Hawkin’s lookout for porridge with a view taking in the mountains which magnetically drew people from all around the world with the promise of gold back in the 1850’s, then fossickers, school excursion groups, artists and tourists ever since.

Stop in for a sausage roll and a cappuccino or grab some milk for some porridge alfresco

Or head up to Hawkin's Hill and eat muesli

Now its not like you couldn’t bring your sauasage roll up to any of the sceneic viewpoints around this quaint national parks managed semi ghost town, but people tend not to get much further than the car park, sacrificing the feast for the eyes which tend to accompany porridge picnics. Sitting on a hand hewn red gum slab bench that seemed to have been constructed precisely for our porridge picnic, Susan and I savoured the bush and the hills, which have regenerated over the last hundred years from the moonscape that gold hungrry minders turned this area into hoping to strike it rich.

porridge picnic on red gum slab.

porridge picnic on red gum slab.

Most of them didnt’t get rich , though the hoteliers, and the chinese market gardeners often did. The swag men and women who roamed the countryside also knew that they were surrounded by gold … the gold of being in nature,  theirs for the taking and the enhanceing  of the flavours of damper (I am sure a few were porridge eaters as well) with each  mouthful of every meal  enjoyed on a ridge top, by a billabong, or under a Coolabah tree.

Artists and  modern day fosickers  seem to know that just being in nature is gold,  particularly when national parks who are now running the town provide both dog friendly camping and panning.

Panning for gold.

Praise be to National parks who allow dogs into campgrounds and fossicking fields

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2 Responses

  1. at the moment I am favouring a piece of toasted kibbled rye with a slather of orange marmalade

  2. yesterday i had small corn crepes , with 1/4 of an avocado and a poached egg it was a nice combination

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