Wandering Aussie

The weekend was a barrel of laughs. I went away to a little country town in NSW called Taralga. It’s located about 45km NW of Goulburn, and really is in the middle of nowhere. The weekend consisted of copious amount of alcohol, a spit, good friends, more alcohol, and any excuse to enjoy each others company. 

We managed to lock ourselves out of the pub, we visited someone’s house who had restored it to the original condition as it was once a Bank of NSW branch. It was a lot of fun. They also had a very old Thorn radiogram, and record player. It was the same one my grandparents had in their living room, and I remember playing with it as a little kid.

So much fun, so many wonderful memories. Reality can suck sometimes :)