Stanley… No Words….

……. does not mean no riding.

On the contrary there has been plenty of riding.

The Nut. Which one I hear you say? You decide.

What it Does means is that finally,

and absolutely,

there are no words

(or to perhaps, very few words)

that can describe this new world I have discovered.

Having met the love of my life on my first ride to Tasmania

What’s not to love about this young man?

www.leepowrie.com/Tassie-Tigers

I could not resist riding with him again.

I mean, come on……..
… Really ….

In the Barossa, South Australia

http://www.leepowrie.com/Barossa-heaven

Just look at him …..
Okay, beauty is in the eye of the beholder, I get it. Still…….

and again,

wherever I could.

Getting the idea about heaps of riding

How could I resist my amazing young steed, willing and crazy and everything that kept me on my toes and in love.

Him, coupled with Jen & Jeremy, Australian Horse Adventures http://www.australianhorseadventures

was a temptation too great to resist.

So why, you ask, no blog?

The answer dear friends is simple.

No words.

When the opportunity came to ride my

valiant steed and catch up with Jen and Jeremy –

I jumped at it.

Well, I jumped on a plane, to be precise

(pre covid you understand)

The flight now that I think of it, was not without incident.

I was ‘apprehended’ – no other word for it by about 12 burly uniformed,

very uniformed;
armed,

very armed and not just with dogs,

police of some sort.

They appeared to be waiting for me and showed no interest in any other passenger;

I was marched off into a very small room –

and searched….

another blog perhaps….

Suffice to say, I was, finally released,

my reputation somewhat intact

my luggage most certainly not.

A hop and a skip across the Bass Strait……

Once released,

I found myself standing at the Devonport aerodrome –

waiting to go to Stanley, for the adventure of a lifetime.

Stanley is a lovely town, dominated by a volcanic plug of rock, The Nut.

The so called Nut is a remarkable structure

and some of us walked up every morning.

It became a ritual salute to the rising sun.

Perhaps that’s why we have had such good weather on each ride.

(Yes, I have been there twice. That’s how great it is)

Highfield House sits proudly looking down onto Stanley.

A relic from a determined Van Diemen’s Land Company’s attempt to

tame a land that refused to be tamed.

It’s story is bold and tragic.

Highfield House looks much smaller than it is. This was a deliberate design to misrepresent it to London to gain approval for its construction.
Moments captured in the gardens of Highfield House

We were, as usual, spoilt in terms of riding. The horses are amazing; Jen & Jeremy superb horseman who help, encourage and educate us all the time.

We were, as usual aching from the laughter,

bulging from the amazing food

and blessed with renewing old friendships

and forming new ones.

Girls just wanna
have fun !
And fun we had……
A plenty !

And so, instead of words, this time,

I shall try and capture moments through

our photographs.

Always something to laugh at
That’s my man looking at the Nut

And so I could continue,

the most Stunning scenery

The most stunning views.

The most stunning adventures.

But I have learnt that my non horsey friends

find every horse photo looks the same

and bore you I do not want to do.

Suffice to say,

Stanley is worth a visit, more than once, and if you

DO happen to ride – you MUST ride there.

http://Australian Horse Adventures.com.au

Highfield House from the Nut
Another Nut
Whatever floats your boat….. so to speak
no words…..
needed to describe….
the views.

Me and my man
My other steed – dear Piccolo

Photos gathered from friends -with gratitude.

Author: leepowrie

A 60+ about to enter the Brave New World of Blogging and inviting you to join me for the ride 😂

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