Rod's tectonic Merc in front of the Harrogate Arboretum for the permanently lifeless.
The Skenic spot.
The Dawsley phone box artily blurred.
Monday, November 30, 2009
Rod's Long Lost Reverse Cycle Pics
Rod's tectonic Merc in front of the Harrogate Arboretum for the permanently lifeless.
The Skenic spot.
The Dawsley phone box artily blurred.
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Robyn and Julie take us to the Barossa
On Sunday, November 15 run organisers Robyn and Julie made all the Qcar people get up really, really early to meet at a hot dusty park in Gawler. I believe everyone had to arrive at 4am. Can you believe it!
It was mainly hot because it was the last day of an official heat wave lasting for an unprecedented number of November days but a hand out of Chinese fans might have been nice! After a couple of tardy Mini owners arrived we all moved off in convoy and headed towards the Barossa.
Our first stop after a musical cars moment on Krondorf Road we headed up the little driven Nitschke Series of Pot Holes (that's its real name by-the-way) heading towards Jacobs Creek Retreat and a date with a garden and a cellar door. The garden was hot but lovely and then having taken . . . Ooooo . . . seconds to appreciate it in 38 degree heat everyone made their way hastily into the delightfully cool cellar door.
Inside we tasted wine - as is largely expected when one visits the Barossa and particularly a cellar door in the Barossa. (One rarely encounters Brazil nut tastings.) The delightful man behind the bar who served us said beverages told us all about the wines and winery, the name of which escapes me at the moment. Many of the wines were greatly enjoyed but I did see quite a few Mr Cabernet's Sauvignon meet Mr Spitoon.
Michelle examines the wine list very, very closely. After a sniff and a considered moment she decides not to taste it and picks up the moscato instead.
The on-lookers look on, lookingly.
Brenton tries out the hammock for a few seconds. The thought of spontaneous combustion from the heat of the day sees him find cooler surrounds with alacrity.
Making an entrance is very important and these three gents know how to impress.
"Today on the catwalk we have Clinton wearing blue polo shirt teamed with camouflage shorts - a classic, smart, man around town look that works well for outings in the Barossa. Next is Brenton in the faux American tourist look, loud but restrained, colourful and yet demure. Behind Jason struts the catwalk with poise and elegance. A round of applause please for our handsome models."
Listening in above . . .
"Murmur, murmur"
"Dreadful crap"
"Awful"
"Not as good as that stuff up the road I bought 23 years ago"
*wine maker does the rounds with one of his products*
"Yes, I'd love a top up"
"Lovely drop"
"Most pleasurable wine I've had since Aunty Mary's dinner party in '86"
Clinton and Brenton practice their synchronised wine tasting. It's odds on to be a new sport at the Rio Olympics in 2016. They will be well practiced by then.
Listening in above . . .
*giggles*
*more giggles*
For some couples true affection is shown through the deployment of the half Nelson. Here we see a truly affectionate couple.
If anyone has complaints about the above text or photos please forward them in triplicate to:
http://www.ombudsman.on.ca/en.aspx
It was mainly hot because it was the last day of an official heat wave lasting for an unprecedented number of November days but a hand out of Chinese fans might have been nice! After a couple of tardy Mini owners arrived we all moved off in convoy and headed towards the Barossa.
Our first stop after a musical cars moment on Krondorf Road we headed up the little driven Nitschke Series of Pot Holes (that's its real name by-the-way) heading towards Jacobs Creek Retreat and a date with a garden and a cellar door. The garden was hot but lovely and then having taken . . . Ooooo . . . seconds to appreciate it in 38 degree heat everyone made their way hastily into the delightfully cool cellar door.
Inside we tasted wine - as is largely expected when one visits the Barossa and particularly a cellar door in the Barossa. (One rarely encounters Brazil nut tastings.) The delightful man behind the bar who served us said beverages told us all about the wines and winery, the name of which escapes me at the moment. Many of the wines were greatly enjoyed but I did see quite a few Mr Cabernet's Sauvignon meet Mr Spitoon.
Michelle examines the wine list very, very closely. After a sniff and a considered moment she decides not to taste it and picks up the moscato instead.
The on-lookers look on, lookingly.
Brenton tries out the hammock for a few seconds. The thought of spontaneous combustion from the heat of the day sees him find cooler surrounds with alacrity.
Making an entrance is very important and these three gents know how to impress.
"Today on the catwalk we have Clinton wearing blue polo shirt teamed with camouflage shorts - a classic, smart, man around town look that works well for outings in the Barossa. Next is Brenton in the faux American tourist look, loud but restrained, colourful and yet demure. Behind Jason struts the catwalk with poise and elegance. A round of applause please for our handsome models."
Listening in above . . .
"Murmur, murmur"
"Dreadful crap"
"Awful"
"Not as good as that stuff up the road I bought 23 years ago"
*wine maker does the rounds with one of his products*
"Yes, I'd love a top up"
"Lovely drop"
"Most pleasurable wine I've had since Aunty Mary's dinner party in '86"
Clinton and Brenton practice their synchronised wine tasting. It's odds on to be a new sport at the Rio Olympics in 2016. They will be well practiced by then.
Listening in above . . .
*giggles*
*more giggles*
For some couples true affection is shown through the deployment of the half Nelson. Here we see a truly affectionate couple.
If anyone has complaints about the above text or photos please forward them in triplicate to:
http://www.ombudsman.on.ca/en.aspx
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