And it doesn't have to be very sophisticated - a shed, a woodstove, a couple of gas burners, a gas lamp and a couple of old beds and we find ourselves in the envious position of having a holiday home.
The Upper Murray - beautiful one day, perfect the next. We meandered through Cooma and Adaminaby (yes, home of the Big Trout, very good bacon and egg rolls and smoked trout pate) and landed in Corryong where we found a farmer's market in full swing. We ate snags, played on the equipment, bought Snowy River olive oil and Batlow apples. Then we had a coffee and wandered up and down the main street, checking out the farm machinery and local crafts. We poked around The Attic and thought seriously about buying a church pew and a couple of wine barrels.
While duty called - 35 Angus to find and count - it was quickly followed by the taste of a perfect steak, followed by this:
Topped off with a wash under the sun-warmed tank and a million stars. Doesn't get much better than that.
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