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Go Travel Windsor: There's No Place Like Home

 

  

 

From the Editor:

As a recently minted Australian resident, I discovered a trip that takes one away for three months seems like a very long trip.  Yes, avoiding much of the Australian winter and flying into the North American summer is a pleasure. Yet the longer one is away, the more one reminisces about the beauty of Sydney, of stunning Australian beaches and Sydney’s proximity to the wilderness of the Hawkesbury and the Blue Mountains.  And close to my heart, the early European history found in Parramatta and Windsor.

 

      

Rehab, after surgery in Virginia (USA) for my new titanium meniscus was long and to keep my mood light and to avoid bouts of homesickness, I turned to Bill Bryson’s Down Under, In a Sunburned Country.  Screamingly funny from the first paragraph, this is a travel story everyone could love, but Aussies certainly.

 

Jetlag is a bear and only on Wednesday, after landing in Sydney on Sunday (22NOV), did I take my first exercise/walk – if you can call 25 minutes exercise. It is that time of year when those pesky little swift flies swarm and I remembered Bryson’s hilarious comments on those little pests. If you haven’t read Down Under, it will warm your heart and also make you laugh out loud. He loves Australia and isn’t shy about saying so, along with making us laugh at ourselves.

 

When I first immigrated to Australia ten years ago, my observations were similar to Bryson’s. However, I learned (from Bryson) that Australia is the 6th largest country and the world’s largest island, but then my American geography education was sorely lacking on any location ‘outside the U.S’.

 

Here is a brief excerpt from Bryson's cover:

 

‘It was as if I had privately discovered life on another planet, or a parallel universe where life was at once recognizably similar but entirely different. I can’t tell you how exciting it was. Insofar as I had accumulated my expectations of Australia at all in the intervening years, I had thought of it as a kind of alternative southern California, a place of constant sunshine and the cheerful vapidity of a beach lifestyle, but with a slightly British bent – a sort of Baywatch with cricket . . .

 

   

 

Of course, what greeted Bill Bryson was something rather different. Australia is a country that exists on a vast scale. It is the world’s sixth largest country and its largest island. It is the only island that is also a continent and the only continent that is also a country.

 

It is the driest, flattest, hottest, most desiccated, infertile and climatically aggressive of all the inhabited continents and still it teems with life – a large proportion of it quite deadly.

 

 

Ignoring such dangers – yet curiously obsessed by them – Bill Bryson journeyed to Australia and promptly fell in love with the country. And who can blame him? The people are cheerful, extrovert, quick-witted and unfailingly obliging; their cities are safe and clean and nearly always built on water; the food is excellent; the beer is cold and the sun nearly always shines. Life doesn’t get much better than this.

 

      

 

Editor's Note:

Bryson is on target: Life doesn’t get much better than this. It only takes a trip to the U.S., chaotic with the U.S. presidential primaries, frightening with frequent gun incidents and frustrating with massive traffic congestion in California to open one's eyes—life doesn’t get much better than in Australia. 

Go Travel Windsor: Roars In Like a Lion,

 

 'Geranium' by Melissa Read Devine

 

Spring seems to be filled with great indecision this year. . . is winter really over? Or are these summer temperatures a tease for what is to come?

 

Still, we can plan for a big spring clean and getting ready for stable weather. We suggest that you visit Windsor's Home Store at 189 George Street -- it is the big corner store stocked from floor to ceiling with homeware goodies!

 

Phone: 02 4577 7747
Hours: Open daily

At the corner of Fitzgerald and George streets, The Home Store of Windsor is the 'everything' store. It is an 'Emporium of Riches'!

You could wander for days in room after room chock-a-block from floor to ceiling with ... well, everything! Think kitchen, think home accessories. Think weddings and parties!

 

Think invitations, stationery and table decorations. Need dress-up costumes? Need arts and crafts items for school holidays? If you can't find an item, call on the staff. They seem to know every nook and cranny and the location of those everyday items.

 

Back in ancient 2014, we received an enquiry through our website from a reader residing on the Central Coast. She couldn't recall the name of a shop in Windsor where she had made a purchase. She wanted a duplicate of the item. Calling upon the wisdom of our Windsor friends, within minutes, we knew, and from many sources - the name and location: The Home Store on George Street.

  The Home Store: located near the Old Post Office on The Mall

 

Proprietor Tass Karozis tells us that many locals still refer to the store by its name from many years ago, The Base. Typical of country towns - the former name and its reputation is fused in local memory.