Elton John is my favourite. I should tell you that at mostly every event that my boyfriend and I attend we are usually the only ones even remotely under 30, without grey hair and often not in zimmer frames. It’s ok, we deal. Usually with a glass of red in hand, we bravely face the hoards of old fogies and retirees. Elton John was no exception, especially since we, on this occasion, had brought our own fogies along (my parents, aunt and uncle), although we brought my sister and a friend so we also weren’t the youngest.
I absolutely love going to the Hunter Valley for concert purposes. There is a great vibe and atmosphere everywhere you go and unlike Sydney which seems to shut itself off from visitors in times of big events, the Hunter folk are open to having people around and are very hospitable at that. Having begun the weekend with lunch at Margan, I was looking forward to taking photos, hanging out at our French estate, Talits, and generally soaking up the atmosphere.
Below you will find a photographic exploration of the weekend. Sharing cameras is always risky business, and halfway through the weekend I discovered the Nikon had been left on and subsequently drained of battery. There is a mix of Nikon D700, Canon G12 and even iPhone photos included. There aren’t so many (actually, one) taken at the actual concert as I was busy enjoying the music and drinking Hope Estate wine. Saving up for my new Canon… Mmmmm…. I can feel the cold metal now.
After lunch I took to the task of making my sister a birthday cake. I found this amazing recipe from www.raspberricupcakes.com. Clearly, mine looks nowhere near as good, but in an unfamiliar kitchen, especially since I had no baking paper and only found the electric beaters the following day, I think I did ok.
On the way home we stopped at Wollombi, which my dad had been raving about since he went about a year ago. For a tiny country town, it has a lot going on!