Markdale Madams…..

Have you ever wondered what happens when you

put six women of a certain age together?  

Women who do not know each other, but are now

going to share rooms, bathrooms, meals and 4 days together.

Yup, I hear your thoughts.   

I’ll tell you what happens…….



That’s what happens.


Horses are involved.

And they work

their magic.

EVERY time. 

They become teenagers, chasing childhood memories….
They start to dress alike…. Smile alike, Laugh a lot.
They pretend they are cowgirls…….
…..mustering cattle…….
…. that seemed to know the game…..

They laugh until they can’t ….. and then laugh some more……

Markdale Station, near Crookwell – our home for the 4 days

In the 1950’s designers

Leslie Wilkinson and Edna Walling

were commissioned to create an amazing garden.

Resembling, yes, that’s correct.

A Horse’s head.

The house is the centre, the eye…. – amazing stuff

Every corner of the garden is breath-taking…..
Although thankfully, the water in the pool was not breath -taking.
It was pleasantly refreshing.

Today the property, approx 6 300 acres is a fully operational sheep station with around 8,500 merino sheep. .

It also operates as a farm stay.

And stay, we did, in the refurbished

original stone cottages built in the 1850’s for the shearers.

A shearer’s cottage
The light – could be a water- colour.
The Sky……
The gold at the end….. we found it. Or we felt like did…

When in fact,

what we Really found

were horses.

Fabulous horses.

And riding country.

Fabulous riding country.

Whichever way you looked……
….. you had to smile…..
…or the beauty would take your breath away.
Even the sky was beautiful….. whatever it chose to do.

having fun

And above all,

falling in love with our horses

It was a wonderful trip

And anyone who knows me, knows that I could go on and on and on.

But that may be at the risk of boring you, my dear non horsey friends.

So I shall put a full stop right here.

If you want to know more,


Or me xo

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?

I could not resist riding with him again.

I mean, come on……..
… Really ….

In the Barossa, South Australia

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;

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

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.

Yeeha Cowgals 🐴

Come with me- it will be fun she said


(For those who don’t know πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚ see the links )

In the Otway National Park between Torquay and Anglesea.

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And so I did .

Go with her.

It was a VERY early Start

with a Very rocky ferry trip


And it was. πŸ™ƒπŸ˜

Fun that is

Who? Me?

The Yeeha Cowgals

There was great weather, most of the time.

Always an interesting beginning – meeting our ‘transport’. So much trust involved from both partners in this ‘gig’ and not much time to develop it.

Before you know it, you are up and waiting, me on Misty this time – and Yes, you guessed it – a flea bitten grey – must have something to do with someone’s age I am beginning to think!!!!!!

There was also rain,wind and cold some of the time. πŸ˜‰

Rain, wind and cold arrived on our way home – no one was in any mood to take photos and this one doesn’t really show how wet and miserable we both were!!!! Trust me…..

There was laughter, most of the time. πŸ˜‰.

Not Actually squashed against the tree!

Besties now and forever

Smiles before the rain

still smiling…. and hanging on!!

There was also a grumble or too some of the time. πŸ˜‰.

There were great views, all of the time😍


whichever …….

way we ……


The Otway

National Park

And a welcome stop for a pub lunchπŸ˜‰

Well, I don’t know about the Camel, but I do know there was a thirsty Horse and an even more thirsty Rider!

Well, there Really was food as well, but cowgals like their horses had to have a drink!!!!

Well after all …..

we had eaten…..

so it was only fair…..

we (seriously) let them eat too!

There was a horse stuck in water, for some of the time.

And a great sense of relief when she finally stood up again 😍

A planned human pit stop….. and an anxious wait for a horse swim stop to stop

Great relief when both were confirmed safe. And we could continue.

There were canters to die for and some who thought they would! πŸ˜‰


Long lovely stretches to canter

Bikes one way…..

Horses the other way…..

as we ambled in to Anglesea ( Pete what did you do with Jacqui?                                                                 I hope she is at the end of that rein!)

There was exhilaration and exhaustion.

For some it was hard to tell which was which !

There was tooth ache; bum ache, leg ache and β€˜unmentionable’ ache. πŸ˜‰


There were hot showers, Uber eats and β€˜Thirsty Camel’ to lift our spirits

so that we could drop our bodies into warm beds. 😊


There were crack of dawn starts and lazy long lie ins. 😴

There were beach walks, energetic runs, coffees and breakfast. 😊

Salty Dog early morning

ah, such a treat

and such beauty as

we used two legs instead of four!!

There were ferry and car rides and hugs goodbye.😘




There were new friends made, old histories shared, bold futures imagined and

joint memories made. 😊

And just like that the Yeeah cowgals weekend was over.


And we went back to our different worlds.


Thanks to a group of  Yeeha Cowgirls

who despite a 40 year age difference made me feel young again !!! 😝

And yes, she was right.

It was fun.

 (thanks too, for the photos)