Weekend outing

Very often our outings are train related.  I guess you know who is responsible for that! Don't get me wrong though, I quite like it. The station buildings are often the oldest in the town. Even though the train line might have been discontinued it is still interesting to see how these little places were built up around the station and the one main street. So this weekend we went to Windsor in the foothills of the Blue Mountains and also to Mt Wilson, both very cute places.

Windsor was the third established settlement in Australia and got its name from Windsor, England, of course. I only have one photo from Windsor though because we got quite distracted by the fact that they have more hairdressers than pubs and forgot to take photos. We counted at least ten and in this building alone there were four. In fact I just Googled it and there are 19 in and around Windsor. Why? Who do they have to look so pretty for? What is this obsession with hair?

We asked our waiter where we were having lunch about it, but he didn't know why there were so many, although he looked like he had been asked this before.  Speaking of lunch, I had a lovely risotto. It was meant as a starter but was very filling, and hubby had lamb souvlaki. The place was called 22 and was a little bit away from the main street where it was quite busy.

I might only have one photo from Windsor, Australia, but many from Windsor, England where I went last year with my UK girlfriend and elder daughter just before returning to Australia. We had a great visit of the castle and the beautiful doll's house and then lunch in the former railway station (even though hubby was not with us). This is where the Queen's train used to arrive when she visited Windsor Castle.

Windsor Castle

    

Anyway, back to the present. After lunch we drove to Mt Wilson which has beautiful gardens. In our guidebook it said to come at all different times of the year, especially spring and autumn, to see the colours. Now it was wonderfully springlike with flowers everywhere.

There was also something called the Cathedral of Ferns which as the name indicates, has some beautiful ferns. I thought at first that these tall ferns were palm trees but no, they are ferns.

Oh, by the way, the reason I am wearing Crocs is that I have stubbed my toe and cannot get shoes on. Good excuse, huh, and so stylish!