Our current housesitting gig is near Omeo in the Alpine area of Victoria. So much for escaping from a Tassie winter! Each day I am trying to do an outdoor activity in an effort to keep up our fitness despite the cold weather. We’ve been cycling, hiking and just plain old walking about. All this in an effort to prepare for snowboarding once the snow arrives and school holidays finish. Nothing against people with children of course! You know, I am a mother myself. I just love being retired and able to take advantage of avoiding popular spots during the school holidays.
I can’t resist going into caves. Not to the extent that I want to do that underwater, scuba diving type of thing in caves! Just the regular exploring and guided tours through caves. I find them fascinating. This is in the Royal Cave at Buchan. We went on a tour here with a very entertaining guide. And in case you are wondering how to say Buchan, yes, it rhymes with f*ckin! So of course I had to go around muttering Buchan good cave tour, Buchan fantastic camping ground, Buchan oath that’s a nice coffee shop. I was laughing to myself so much. Perhaps there was a lack of oxygen in the cave and I was a bit affected. Seriously though, Buchan is a sweet little town and the features in the caves are very intact. Some I have seen in the past have been vandalised, even if it’s just from people taking souvenirs, but these seem to have been quite well protected.
Here’s a Buchan hilarious sign. It’s a symbol for a cave that you can go for a walk in. Cute, right?
And here’s another Buchan hilarious sign. Ok, I’ll stop that now. This sign was also in the Buchan Caves area, near a creek crossing with stepping stones to get across. I think it means you have to dance. And wave your hands in the air. Like you just don’t care.
This is a shot of the Glen Wills Cemetery near Omeo. Between 1894 and 1920, 97 persons were buried here and 40 of these were infants. This was a mining area and conditions were harsh in this alpine area. It was isolated, housing was primitive and there were no doctors. Sometimes a mother had died and soon after her baby. In 1985 a new bridge was being constructed nearby and the mother of some of the bridge builders came to visit. She was amazed that there were no crosses in the cemetery. Before leaving they built a large cross on the site and promised they would come back and erect crosses to commemorate the grave sites. They came back in 1991 and put in all these crosses. What a sweet thing for them to do.