Tuesday, 12 November 2013

READY, EDDIE, GO!

Nice to meet you Eddie
It really is a dog’s life.

Chasing the swallows, trying to stop them building their nests in the eaves of the Homestead and failing miserably.

Chewing on gnarly old wood and hoping someone will play catch and tug with me. Riding shotgun with Steve on our ATV as we show people around the property.

I’m Eddie and I live on the Kingsford Homestead, an historic old sandstone farmhouse.  It has an imposing wooden staircase and a concealed stone stairwell to a cellar where I believe there’s a dining table and an unlocked wine cellar brimming with dusty, old bottles.

She's not getting the stick
I'm not allowed in the Homestead but through the windows I can see the rooms on the main floor with their comfortable sofas and fireplaces. I believe the sleeping quarters upstairs are very plush but I live in Steve and Jenni’s cottage across the driveway which suits me just fine.

The Cellar - Ideal for
enjoying 7 course tasting menus
The Homestead
When its dark I can see the people in the dining room eating scrumptious meals and drinking lots of Barossa wine. 

Those Canadians looked like they were having fun.  I hope they had a good time the night they dined in the cellar, I couldn’t see what was going on but they were down there a long time.

Breakfast time is always very quiet. People whispering in hushed tones against the clacking of cutlery and the strange wheezing noises coming from the Nespresso machine. From my experience its because there are usually a few dull heads.  Wine does that.

One morning Jason came in his car and took the Canadians on a tour of some of the family-owned vineyards nearby. They came back with some bottles in fancy cartons.  I didn’t think we’d run out but what do I know, I’m just a dog.

Touring the Property
I haven’t mentioned the grounds - there's a lot of space.  Sometimes I chase the rabbits hiding under the shearing shed floor when I’ve given up on the swallows but most of all I like the people who come to stay.

Some aren’t that bothered with me but those Canadians were fun, especially him.  We played fetch a lot, and as hard as he tried he couldn’t get me to drop the stick until I decided it was time.

The Bush Bath

I took them out on the ATV (I let Steve do the driving) up to the shearing shed, down to the river, across the range and to a very secluded area further down the river where we have a bush bath.  People actually go out from the Homestead and take a bath outside under the Gum trees.  Personally I prefer the river but there’s no accounting for taste.

I was really sorry to see the Canadians go.  I hope they come back.  I’ll have the sticks ready.

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