Beautiful Things

Taking the long way home

We had a location shoot today out on the Yarra Valley fringe, so I used the opportunity to take myself and my bad mood on a bit of a drive. The two of us went out through Warrandyte, where a dozen squat old shops sit proud along part of the Yarra that is quite narrow. We drove along a narrow, winding road out to Kangaroo Ground, and at some point I was overwhelmed by anxiety and turned around so I could pretend I was going home, and after that I was okay again. I find that the anxious brain is easily fooled in to and out of anxiety.

Without giving any storyline away, because I know you are all avid Neighbours watchers and would be devastated, I spent the morning in a tiny country chapel that was exactly the way you would imagine a tiny country chapel might be, with creeping roses that fell about the front doors in a sullen fringe. Inside, rows of ancient pews with wood polished by years of sitting and standing and kneeling and sitting again, and knots that told stories about the trees from which they came.

Once I’d done some real work, I drove back the long way, and by the long way I mean about 45km in the wrong direction. I drove through all the outer Melbourne landscapes – wineries, hills, farmland – and each time I thought I might turn right and head toward my house, I turned left and headed somewhere else. I saw gum trees on hilltops as though painted into the sky and marching lines of young vines and black cows asleep in the shade.

Everywhere I turned, something else reminded me of home, which is to say Adelaide. The Barossa. McLaren Vale. Happy Valley. Norton Summit, where everything is always blackened by fire in one way or another. The sad part of my brain said, “This is all so much like home. I’m so homesick.” but then the rational part said, “It reminds you of home because ‘home’ is not that different or special. It’s all part of the same landscape.” So although there are things about home that cannot be replicated – like nannas and favourite old Italian restaurants – sometimes you can find them again somewhere else.

I came home and wrote some emails and put some organic beef and local red wine on the stove to make a pie.

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  • Reply Kelly Exeter November 19, 2012 at 6:48 pm

    xx :)

    How’s your bad mood now?

    • Reply Anna Spargo-Ryan November 19, 2012 at 6:54 pm

      It is VERY much improved, thank you! I really needed a bit of fresh air.

      • Reply Kelly Exeter November 19, 2012 at 6:55 pm

        MOST excellent news :) Bad moods bite the big one :)

  • Reply Angela November 19, 2012 at 8:32 pm

    After 10 years, I am FINALLY starting to love Melbourne. As a Sydney girl, there are fewer similarities between the two towns, unlike Melbourne & Adelaide. It really is a spectacular place, isn’t it?

    • Reply Anna Spargo-Ryan November 20, 2012 at 9:29 am

      I never felt quite right in Sydney – you’re right, Melbourne has a lot more in common with Adelaide. I wish I had more excuses to head out east, it’s really something. And the roses are everywhere! And so beautiful!

  • Reply Angela November 19, 2012 at 8:35 pm

    Oh, and how much do the roses rock this year? Extraordinary.

  • Reply Sara November 20, 2012 at 11:33 am

    Sometimes the best thing to do with a bad mood is to take it for a drive :). I love what you did with your anxiety – and you’re right, it is easy to trick your mind in and out of states of consciousness. Good luck.

    • Reply Anna Spargo-Ryan November 22, 2012 at 4:49 pm

      Agreed. Sometimes you just need to remove yourself from the situation and then come back to it with fresh eyes and thoughts.

  • Reply mumabulous November 20, 2012 at 8:08 pm

    Life cant be all bad if you have organic beef and local red wine for a pie ;-). I loved seeing your beautiful photos. They made me just a touch jealous. I’m in Sydney’s east and I have to drive a very, very long way to feel as though I’ve escaped suburbia.

    • Reply Anna Spargo-Ryan November 22, 2012 at 4:48 pm

      This is true! The outer parts of Melbourne are very nice indeed for local produce (especially delicious cheese). And it was a cracker pie. All is right in the world with pie.

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