I THINK I’M GOING BACK TO THE THINGS I LEARNED SO WELL IN MY YOUTH

I THINK I’M GOING BACK TO THE THINGS I LEARNED SO WELL IN MY YOUTH

Many moons ago, Chris and Dasher May, abetted or directed by Gill and Ian Taylor, said “Let’s meet up at the Lost Trades Fair in Bendigo in March”.  We, being entirely biddable, said, “Yes”. Well, what an excellent decision.  They also abrogated pretty much any responsibility for where we might stay, so we introduced them to Hipcamps and, indeed, to Somerville Park, at Fosterville, about 20km outside Bendigo.  It was just a big paddock, it was ludicrously under-priced imho, it came with a very talkative owner…but it was ours.  Even better, we were also joined by Judy & Mike Ellis and Sue & Neil Clubb, making a party of 5 assorted “recreational” vehicles; we circled the wagons and set up a campsite for a handful of nights.  No campfire (bummer) but then, it was as dry as a chip. 

First in – best dressed
Wagons circled as the sun decends

Two things you know when you buy a Bendigo Lost Trades t-shirt: it’s actually made completely in Australia and it carries the motto, “Knowledge not shared is knowledge lost”.  What a great event it was. 

Lesley finds her new (hand-made) car

There was a wonderful collection of ever-so-slightly-mad people (I know, we were there) both, showing off their wares and looking at those same wares – even buying those wares on occasion.  For example, for years, I’ve been looking for a substantial-width plaited belt, so once found, I paid a ludicrous amount for a belt I love.  “Long after the sweetness of low price has disappeared, the bitterness of poor quality lingers on”.  No bitterness here – I was so proud of these people – no-one, I mean literally no-one, was selling anything “on the cheap”.

Stupid expensive. Stupid nice.
The spoon carving champ uses his spoon on a pie…to win

Imagine, if you will, any and every old-time trade – blacksmith, founder, potter, leatherworker, bookbinder, carpenter, weaver, spinner, chandler, carver, tinker, tailor…you’re quite right – there were no soldiers or sailors, but there was an armourer! Many of the artisans impossibly young – almost a hippy vibe.  All the fun of the fair, and the lookers-on were almost as fascinating as the artisans.    

Forging and blacksmithing
Crazy short person with other attendees (off with ‘er ‘ead)

And all of that paled into insignificance once we got back to camp and plunged into the Culinary Wars!  How is it possible that Dasher had never even thought of roasting a chook in his baby Weber?  How is it possible that Ian hadn’t even bought a barbie before the price rise?  Mysteries abound. 

Nonetheless, Dasher and Trev proceeded to a “chook-off”, roasties included.  Sadly, no pics exist, but an honourable draw was declared and a re-match will occur in the fullness of time.  Our delicious and quickly consumed chook efforts were quickly overtaken by the Boiled vs Baked fruitcake – significantly different, but both equally yummy, only held back by an overall Muscat deficit (not in the cakes, in our cups).  And then, of course, the Vanilla Slice – this from a commercial venture out of Shepparton, clearly supplying most of regional Victoria, heavily awarded as “Best in Show”, and celebrating one of Judy’s family traditions. 

Obvs no winner, except that the nearly-full moon rose over the treetops, Ian played and sang, some of us joined him a bit, and eventually we all retired to our various abodes total winners, as happy as clams (why are clams happy?).  It’s also true that our personal “big van” clambake with hot water abounding and internal ensuite, was a tiny bit smug.  

Good moon rising

Monday dawned, people departed.  We weren’t returning home but never has “tired but contented” felt more accurate.  AND, we had a date with destiny (well at least with the McGormans) in Yarrawonga, at the NRMA caravan park, with lots of competitive golf in the offing.  What could possibly go wrong?

3 thoughts on “I THINK I’M GOING BACK TO THE THINGS I LEARNED SO WELL IN MY YOUTH

  1. Sounds like a great time had by all, very envious. A shame one needed a caravan, otherwise I would love to come. It would be divorce if I suggested we acquire one I’m afraid and at this late stage too hard to train another (husband of course!)
    Btw where are the pictures, have I done something wrong?

  2. Dear Louise and Tony,
    First you start off with an old Dusty Springfield song ( Goffin/King) and then part way through you miss use and cheapen the Pierre Cardin saying of “price is forgotten long after the quality remains”.
    Where is the originality in your writings ?
    Other than that I thought it was great. It’s sad that no matter where he is Dasher struggles.
    Moi

    1. Ahhh Ritchie. Well done for recognising Dusty’s song. Nice to know it was Carole and Gerry’s work. Do you know all the others? No Googling allowed.
      Whilst seldom original, I do like accuracy – the pricing quote comes from a Borden and Busse sales training film which I saw in c 1971 and which must have been made 20 years earlier it was so cheesy. They, being Americans, had probably never heard of Cardin so probably didn’t steal it from him. He, being Italian (sort-of French) would certainly not have heard of them. Similar thoughts, different sources.
      BTW, Tegum (originally Rosherville) is allegedly derived from aborginal language meaning “mainland” or “ti-tree river bend”. So non-specific, I chose not to perpetuate such a dodgy story.
      EDIALD.

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