At a grand total of 10 weeks since my last travelling adventure, you could say I was well-overdue for a trip. Having covered most of Europe in the last 2 years, I'm ashamed to say I've really not covered much of my own country - Australia. Never matter, it's time to change that.
Bathurst was first on the list and what drew me there, coincidentally, was the car races which my Dad is involved in. But what had me wanting to stay was undoubtedly the magic of this quaint little town.
We flew into Sydney Thursday night and then began the 3hr drive west, taking us over and through the Blue Mountains. Would you believe this is actually the furthest inland I've ever ventured - you know, being a beach baby and all...
We arrived and fell straight into bed but woke to the most spectacular morning. The air was crisp and the fog was thick, but the view out across the countryside was more than enough to take your breath away.
With a population of around 40,000 Bathurst is far from a city, but it has a bustling nature all its own. The main streets feature prim and proper homes with historic wrought iron and painstakingly neat gardens.
The icons of the town aren't to be missed either. Historic buildings that were once convents stand perched on the hills, whilst the church in town sits regally at the centre.
At the end of the main street you'll find Mount Panorama which is an icon in the V8 Supercars world. Fans flock here each year in their thousands to camp at the top and cheer on their favourite drivers, creating quite the electric atmosphere.
After four days, and a bit of a broken heart following the team's unfortunate result in the race despite being such a strong contender til the very end, it was time to head on home. I'd rather forget the race result but I certainly won't be forgetting this little town.
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Photos by Krissie and via Pinterest.