the leroys

Welcome to the 55th blog post! *cheers of excitement flood the room*

Hey party people, what’s been going on? Well, Covid-19, among the obvious tragic circumstances, has brought to my life a glimmer of hope and perhaps some good; I’m exaggerating, my life is great. It’s reignited my passion for photography and my excitement to learn new things. In this realisation, I’ve been delving deep into the dark web (not really) for new knowledge, to learn more about videography and of course nerding out on camera gear that I want (currently manifesting approximately $8000 worth of things that I need; I repeat, need). And in doing so, I’ve been getting familiar with Youtuber, Mr Peter McKinnon (and his doppelgänger Squarespace Pete) and friends. I’ve come to the realisation that I want to make films and vlog and post cool stuff. When I was younger and used to travel a lot with my Pop, he would always make sure we had a good point and shoot camera and he would encourage me to take video for the highlights film he would put together when we got back to Australia. I was shameless and totally didn’t care what anyone thought of me (usually they couldn’t understand a word I was saying anyway!).

Over time, I’ve developed barriers, assumptions and subconscious ideas of shame and embarrassment, and in the last couple months I’ve come to realise that they are all just limiting beliefs and my ego talking. Time to be vulnerable and authentic and approach every situation with intention to learn something new and enjoy the journey. Stay tuned for positive vibes and possibly a vid or two.

Ps. Jessie from ‘The Jessie Williams Podcast’ is absolutely incredible and I totally recommend listening to her content. She is all about manifestation, fitness and healthy lifestyle. She talks to some really eye opening topics and strategies to up-level your life. Please, do yourselves a favour and check her out!

Anyway… The photos! So, I went to the Mount Barker markets the other day and took my camera in hope to practice filming and stepping outside my comfort zone. I was drawn to something that sounded like sunshine, so I followed my nose and ended up at The Leroys. They are a band predominantly made up of the ukulele (and talented humans of course) and sung many of the classics. I was encouraged to get in on the action, so I hopped to.

valley of clare

In my small, abundant corner of the world, I’ve been living my best life. Covid is still a strong threat to society and Victoria has recently gone into a second wave of lockdown. In hope of avoiding a breakout in South Australia, some precautions have been put back in place, but hopefully it doesn’t go any further. Please know that you are in my prayers and if anyone needs to talk or vent, my eyes, ears and inbox are open.

In other news, Jord and I headed north to the lovely valley of Clare. Jord’s dad, Andrew, lives there with his partner, Karen, on a property buried between the vines. Jordan offered some laborious stonemason style hours on the cottage that they are renovating, so we made a trip of it and stayed overnight.

Whilst they were putting in their blood and sweat, I wandered off, camera in hand, to explore the property and admire the sunset. They worked into the night, completing the project of the day, and came inside, tummy grumbling. Karen cooked us a healthy meal, as we enjoyed an array of local alcoholic beverages.

As the guest bedroom was taken, we retired to the glamping tent they had set up outside. Five blankets, wooly socks and ‘hot-water-bottle-Jord‘ couldn’t possibly help me freezing to my core. The full moon was also very bright and not much sleep was had. I woke up early the next morning, finally warm and cosy, but had to chuck some shoes on and pack up my bags. After a kiwi fruit and some cornflakes, Karen joined me for a slow and steady yoga flow by ‘Yoga with Adriene‘.

By lunch, we were off, but not before stopping by Red Grape Bakery in Clare. I got a curry pie and a pumpkin, spinach and ricotta sausage roll. We took our paper bagged goods on a walk to Neagles Rock Lookout and enjoyed the view before our drive home; thanks for having us!

tempranillo

In the last couple of months, I’ve changed sceneries. Trading up the bustling streets of Adelaide and night work for rolling hills covered in vineyards. That’s right, I’m working at a winery. I’m not the one getting up at all hours of the morning and getting my hands too dirty, but I’m working in the cellar door and fine dining restaurant. Maxwell Wines is a family owned winery in McLaren Vale, a region in South Australia, that draws many tourists, wine lovers and enthusiasts, sommeliers, wine makers and everyone else in between. The property is roughly one hundred acres and is also home to the famous Maxwell Mead (FYI fermented honey).

As a staff bonding/learning experience, Mark Maxwell invited all of the staff to come out at dawn to handpick a couple rows of tempranillo. I was so excited the night before that I couldn’t even sleep properly. It was lovely getting up early and driving through the Adelaide Hills with the sun rising in my rearview mirror, creating sprays of hot pink and orange across the sweeping sky. Fortunately it was still cool, surprising after the extreme heat that had pushed itself over South Australia for the last week. I was handed a bucket and a pair of fluorescent orange clippers and got to work. The leaves were bulging from the branches. I hadn’t realised how big these crops were, I couldn’t see over the top. I poked my hands through the greenery looking for bunches of tempranillo. Unfortunately, birds and heat had already gotten to a lot of the fruit, but we persevered.

Once the buckets had been collected, we reconvened back at the winery. After some well earn’t bacon and egg wraps and black coffee, we were able to see the grapes be sorted from it’s stems and other debris, then pumped to a separate container where they soon would be crushed.

I’m very excited to taste the finished product. Check out some photos from the morning:

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kuipto forest

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Last Friday, Easter Friday, Jordan and I both had the day off. The night before, he had organised some delicious snacks and cheese (my favourite!) to take on a picnic up to Kuipto Forest. Approximately a forty five minute drive from Adelaide, we winded around the roads listening to tunes and admiring the beautiful drive and small towns.

We parked and set out into the forest. As soon as we passed the tree line, an ocean of pine needles lined the way as far as the eye could see. It was like walking on soft, fluffy, marshmallow like clouds. We nestled ourselves beneath the trees until the sun stopped spying on us through the cracks. We nibbled and talked and took silly photos of each other. Blissful peace.

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