It’s easy to forget what fun Sovereign Hill can be.
The skies of Ballarat were brilliant and the sun beamed hot. The wind, this being Ballarat after all, ripped through my jacket and I could smell snow. A perfect day to wander around the open air museum. Around, and up and down and up and down again. Exhausting stuff and my hip complained loudly at every and footbridge. Would you believe that one of the heygo adventurers knocked off a star because I became breathless? Yes, I did.
I love these period photos! This is the first one with Reuben, although I have others with various grandchildren in various stages of growth. Another fine addtion to my Sovereign Hill Collection.