point + shoot: a bush dance

I climbed out of the car (yes I 'climb' out of my soccer mum car) and literally hadn't put two feet on the ground yet before I heard the first whooping 'yeeeehhaaaa' echoing out of the Valencia Creek hall. Oh yes we had arrived at a real deal, fair dinkum bush dance.

Mr M's family friends had their 20th wedding anniversary celebrations on the weekend with a good old country ho-down in east Gippsland. The memories of going to these events as a kid at our local hall came flooding back as I remembered how to 'strip the willow', 'heel and toe' and got hit in the head by a wayward football outside in the dark by the gaggle of boys playing in the rain. The Briagalong Bush Band were brilliant, with an amazing fiddler who was only 15 years old and could fiddle the heck out of "The Devil went down to Georgia!"

saturday january 22nd | 8.50pm | valencia creek hall

After a slideshow of images from the past twenty years: their first home, buying a block of bush with nothing on it, travelling around Australia, working on outback stations, fruit picking in far north Queensland, building their dream home, living in a shed whilst they built the dream home, two kids later...the happy couple emerged in their wedding dress and suit with lovely lavendar cumberbund and bow tie! It was hilarious - 1991 fashion does have a lot to answer for! It totally made me reconsider my stance on selling my wedding dress! (Hopefully you would still fit into it after a few decades). We camped the night by the beautiful Avon River, even if I did get eaten alive my mosquitos it was a lovely setting. We left Mr M's sister, husband, two kids and dog all paddling in the river on Sunday morning.

How was your weekend? Any toe tapping, hay bale tossing, dosey-do-ing? No? Too bad, missing out.

Playing along with point + shoot.