We lost the blue skies on Day Three. But that was OK. Our kids were working with kids and adults from Coonabarabran and Baradine for a whole day workshop, ending with a concert with around 100 people in the audience. Some of my students tutored the younger kids. The small towns can’t offer the music programs my students have access to.
I was still amazed by the green fields on the drive from Baradine to Coonabarabran.
At the tiny Sunday markets (about a dozen stalls) I bought a couple of teapot cosies for our new teapots. Mmm. One only had one hole.
The sun returned for Day Four. Our accommodation was the site of the old race track. (Sadly another loss of the dying small town syndrome.) The brass players had some fun on the old stand by the finishing post. Horses kept in the paddock in the centre of the old race track were interested in the trumpets. Did they feel the energy ? Remember race calls from earlier generations?
As a mob they took off. Not in fear. But jubilantly.
Two students went over to the horses. I thought the horses would run away, as horses do when you want to catch them to ride. The horses must have realised the humans were not carrying bridles; they let the two pat them. Maybe they were bored? Maybe they longed for some contact? A good ride even?
Two concerts for the day – at the small hospital come hospice and the Bowling Club at Baradine. We broke the day up with a walk around “town”, games of lawn bowls and a visit to the National Parks Discovery Centre. So many of the buildings are empty or in need of repair. Many no longer used for their original purpose, as the population declines – the fate of many small rural towns out west.