Overnight In Mudgee
Winter chills and winter colds so what better time to get away. Computer and Wotif located a 5 star B&B at Mudgee. A perfect location for dreary coughs and colds to be set aside. The road trip was warm and the car comfortable. Such a long time had past since we travelled the Golden Highway. The little towns and villages that we entered and left almost in the same breath were quaintly unchanged and in the main, deserted. Before setting out I had recalled a previous lunch in Mudgee and so I was hoping again to make our lunch stop at the High Valley cheese and wine cafe. A few hours drive in the car was all that stood between home and Mudgee. Not to be disappointed we arrived to fin
d the cafe brimming with lively conversation and many sampling either the wines or cheeses. Once seated we ordered and sat to soak in the room's offerings. The artwork and trinkets both on display or for sale, created a pleasant diversion while our lunch was prepared. Stephen's onion soup was exactly as described by the waitstaff; very 'oniony.' My salmon tart with dressed rocket so crisp and fresh with the 2001 Shiraz. Next course, the cheese platter of red wine - poached pear, quince paste, more dressed rocket, crispy bread and three cheeses left us satisfied. A short drive to the town 
centre for a coffee and an even briefer encounter with the tourist information centre; all was well. Rockman's purchase made and then off to check in to our cottage at Evanlea. Splendid tree lined drive opened before us. Easy parking. Ticking my boxes every step of the way. The cottage's antique furniture and inclusions such as the log fire, a large spa beside the bed, a kitchen, a dining area and separate bathroom. What more could a girl want on a cold afternoon? A husband who agrees to eat in to avoid going out into the cold night air. Wine, pasta, chorizo sausage, cheese and more crispy bread. I forgot to mention that the host had provided chocolates, sweets and other treats to make our stay memorable. Surrounding each of the cottages and the main homestead were acres of rambling gardens. Sta
tues, water features and ponds where ducks swam complimented the mood so successfully. Each step and turn of the garden revealed a new vista of staged, living landscape. Even the wintry mist could not dim its invitation to stroll amongst the vegetation. I almost look forward to and welcome our next bout of winter follies.
Winter chills and winter colds so what better time to get away. Computer and Wotif located a 5 star B&B at Mudgee. A perfect location for dreary coughs and colds to be set aside. The road trip was warm and the car comfortable. Such a long time had past since we travelled the Golden Highway. The little towns and villages that we entered and left almost in the same breath were quaintly unchanged and in the main, deserted. Before setting out I had recalled a previous lunch in Mudgee and so I was hoping again to make our lunch stop at the High Valley cheese and wine cafe. A few hours drive in the car was all that stood between home and Mudgee. Not to be disappointed we arrived to fin
d the cafe brimming with lively conversation and many sampling either the wines or cheeses. Once seated we ordered and sat to soak in the room's offerings. The artwork and trinkets both on display or for sale, created a pleasant diversion while our lunch was prepared. Stephen's onion soup was exactly as described by the waitstaff; very 'oniony.' My salmon tart with dressed rocket so crisp and fresh with the 2001 Shiraz. Next course, the cheese platter of red wine - poached pear, quince paste, more dressed rocket, crispy bread and three cheeses left us satisfied. A short drive to the town 
centre for a coffee and an even briefer encounter with the tourist information centre; all was well. Rockman's purchase made and then off to check in to our cottage at Evanlea. Splendid tree lined drive opened before us. Easy parking. Ticking my boxes every step of the way. The cottage's antique furniture and inclusions such as the log fire, a large spa beside the bed, a kitchen, a dining area and separate bathroom. What more could a girl want on a cold afternoon? A husband who agrees to eat in to avoid going out into the cold night air. Wine, pasta, chorizo sausage, cheese and more crispy bread. I forgot to mention that the host had provided chocolates, sweets and other treats to make our stay memorable. Surrounding each of the cottages and the main homestead were acres of rambling gardens. Sta
tues, water features and ponds where ducks swam complimented the mood so successfully. Each step and turn of the garden revealed a new vista of staged, living landscape. Even the wintry mist could not dim its invitation to stroll amongst the vegetation. I almost look forward to and welcome our next bout of winter follies.
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