WOMBATS.

Wombats are unique, nocturnal and very hairy Australian marsupials. They are large animals and live in vast tunnel systems that they seem to enjoy digging.

They are lumbering rotund animals with distinctive noses and have  an overall appearance that makes you want to cuddle them. Very, very unwise though because their strong,  powerful legs and sharp paw nails can be used as an effective defensive weapon.  They can also be very much on the nose.

Being nocturnal it is during the night that they are most commonly seen, unfortunately lying  dead beside our country roads after being struck by motor vehicles.

On a brighter note, being uniquely Aussie, the name has many interpretations.

For example, if someone’s nick name is ‘ wombat’, the inference is that the person so named is ‘thick as a brick.’

If the title, ‘like wombat stew,’ is applied to food, the inference is that the food tastes absolutely awful. As an aside, no one in their right mind would ever consider eating wombat as they are protected fauna.

Which brings me to my reason for waffling on about wombats.

A few months back, while just swanning around the country side  south east of Canberra, Australia’s Capital , we found ourselves on a dirt road named Majors Creek Mountain Road.

There right at the start of the road was an interesting cafe called Wisbeys Orchards.

We enjoyed a great breakfast and there, for all to see and buy was a great collection of, wait for it, WALLOPING WOMBAT  jam.

Of course we had to purchase quite a few large and small jars to sample back at home on our toast. Yummy, yummy, yummy.

Even the large jars are small,  here is how they look:

Small jars first.

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Now the larger jar.

 

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We will be going back soon to replenish our stocks as visitors to our place always get a pleading look on their  face after having some on fresh bread with a cup of tea. We feel so sorry for them that we let them take a jar(only the small ones though)with them when they leave.

We can recommend the jam and you can contact Wisbey’s on telephone 02 48 464 024.

We have no relationship whatsoever with Wisbey’s but we enjoyed their fare so much we thought you should know about it. Particularly WALLOPING WOMBAT jam.

Hoo roo for now.

 

BREAKFAST, LIES, COFFEE AND A LITTLE BIT OF ALL WHEEL DRIVING.

She Who Must Be Obeyed and I are members of our local Landrover Club. I say local even though the club is based in Canberra, our Nations Capital. It’s only a 100 klm drive from home. Just down the road really.

On a regular basis the club organises what is known as the Breakfast, Lies and Coffee trip. If there happens to be a bit of driving ‘off road’, then that’s a real bonus.

Yesterday, Sunday, we met up with 17 other club members and their 10 vehicles just out of Canberra to start our BLC run. Departure time was 8am and after a short briefing by Russell, our intrepid trip leader, we were on the road, exactly on time.

Our destination was a little orchard and cafe called Wisbeys Orchard Cafe in a location called Araluen.

After about and hour and a half of uneventful driving on bitumen roads we arrived at our destination.

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OUR TEN FOUR WHEEL DRIVE VEHICLES IN THE PARKING LOT AT WISBEYS ORCHARD AND CAFE, ARALUEN, NSW.

The staff of this delightful orchard cafe, under the watchful eye of our hostess, Robyn, served us all in record time with our individually ordered a la carte breakfasts, coffee or tea.

OUR HOSTESS ROBYN ATTENDING TO OUR BRECKY DELIGHTS.
OUR LITTLE GROUP HAPPILY DEVOURING OUR BRECKY DELIGHTS.

After breakfast, and in a surprise move, orchestrated between Robyn and our trip leader, Russell, we were invited to follow Robyn in her Landrover Defender 110 to her private, off road, valley view point Robyn refers to as Champagne Hill. We were a really privileged group as previously, only family members had been welcome there.

THROUGH THE GATE AND WE WERE ON OUR WAY TO CHAMPAGNE HILL.
THROUGH THE GATE AND WE WERE ON OUR WAY TO CHAMPAGNE HILL.

After following Robyn on a pleasing hill climb with 360 degree scenic views we reached a spot on Champagne Hill were we anchored our vehicles and walked a short distance uphill to our observation spot.

I WON'T BE LONG.
I WON’T BE LONG.
ARE WE THERE YET?
ARE WE THERE YET?

Robyn waited for us near a fallen tree that provided ideal seating for those of us not quite as sprightly as we once were (I mean me). After taking in the wonderful panoramic valley view, we posed for the compulsory group photo, courtesy of our hostess, Robyn.

POSING FOR THAT IMPORTANT GROUP PHOTO WITH AN AMAZING BACK DROP SCENE.
POSING FOR THAT IMPORTANT GROUP PHOTO WITH AN AMAZING BACK DROP SCENE. NO WONDER IT’S CALLED CHAMPAGNE HILL.

On the way up to Champagne Hill we had passed through a mob of curious Black Angus cattle.  On the way back down, Robyn invited us to watch her hand feed them with the fodder she had piled roof high in the back of her Defender.

Before we started our descent Russell, our trip leader, gave us a briefing on the narrow dirt road we would be traversing should we decide to accompany him to the small mining village of Captains Flat. He advised that on the way a short stop would be made at Clarke’s Lookout, a worthwhile break. Many of us decided to follow along.

TRIP LEADER DOING HIS BRIEFING.
OUR TRIP LEADER DOING HIS BRIEFING.

The descent nearly over, It was fun to get a dose of rural life first hand and the cattle were most obliging as we all looked on.

WHO LET YOU INTO MY PADDOCK?
WHO LET YOU INTO MY PADDOCK?
CLOSE UP LOOK AT FARM LIFE
CLOSE UP LOOK AT FARM LIFE
UP CLOSE AND PERSONAL.
UP CLOSE AND PERSONAL WITH ROBYN’S FAVOURITE FAT CALF.

After farewells, we left the farm and those of us heading towards Captains Flat followed our trip leader’s vehicle. He was spot on in his briefing, the road was narrow, winding and in places hard to comprehend how two vehicles travelling in opposite directions could pass each other. Steep drop offs abounded and concentration was required. Fortunately the dirt surface was well maintained and presented no problems.

It wasn’t long before we reached Clarke’s Lookout and it was well worth the drive. A wonderful valley view presented itself, framed nicely by trees.

THE PANORAMIC VIEW FROM CLARKE'S LOOKOUT
THE PANORAMIC VIEW FROM CLARKE’S LOOKOUT
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A FINAL YARN BEFORE HEADING HOME AFTER A GREAT MORNING’S RUN.
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THE CONVOY READY TO DEPART CLARKE’S LOOKOUT FOR THE RUN INTO CAPTAINS FLAT AND THEN ON TO HOME.

It won’t be too long before the club organises another brecky run, it’s a great way for the members to get to know each other, not demanding on the vehicles and the breakfasts, all I can say is, ‘What bloody rippers.’

Hoo roo