Sometimes things just take you by surprise. Like our recent holiday to the snow in Thredbo. Just two weeks before the holiday there was no snow. My daughter was competing in the Interschools Snow Competition for the first time and all I thought was if there is enough snow for her to compete we can then go bushwalking the rest of the time … instead, we skied till we dropped. And I fell in love with an AGA.
I’d purposely booked Bimblegumble Mountain Lodge because of its flexible dates. I thought it looked quaint but when we arrived, WOW! It was divine – an art studio in nature, a museum in the mountains, a snug from the cold – even the kids’ TV room was surrounded by artistic glorious splendour.
Our host Pru had bought the property in the 1970’s. And like many young business women it was on a wing and a prayer … a bit like how Spirited Mama started.
Pru, an artist, decorator, collector began making the property, situated on the breathtaking Alpine Way, into an ode to self expression – in the nicest, most welcoming and interesting kind of way.
There were art deco vases installed with the backdrop of the ghostgums, hessian wall art, 100s of wine glasses of every vintage (very important), sculptures, installations and a mega compost system out the back.
The kitchen, which we could all use, was to die for. And it’s there that I cooked on an AGA. I – want – an – AGA!
I also want Pru’s happy car …
Many of the guests had been coming for years. There was a big family reunion, a few couples, my daughter and I, and others who came and went. We played pool, swapped phone numbers, enjoyed mulled wine made by Pru’s gorgeous daughter Simi, and we glowed in the bon vivant. We walked, discovered an old piano that could hold a tune, and felt free as only a holiday allows.
Our daily drive to Thredbo was sheer pleasure as the fresh mountains almost fell into our car windscreen they loomed so close. The trip home after full days whizzing around snow covered domes was rich with contentment, and anticipation of the next beautiful part of the day – toasting beside the fire, playing Scrabble with my daughter, under the grand chandelier, and cooking on the AGA.
Going home I was a new person. That’s what holidays are for. And this was indeed a beauty.
Tell me, am i crazy to love cooking on holidays?
Hi Jess!!! Linking in with IBOT x
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Our beautiful French Romantique dolls of course!
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