I used to work with a guy who travelled in to Melbourne every day from Gisborne, which is near Bacchus Marsh, on the way to Ballarat. He caught the train. And I always imagined Gisborne as outer suburbia. And I wondered why he lived there.
Yesterday I finally took the Gisborne exit off the freeway. Because Jemima had soccer there. And it was SOOO much better than I anticipated. Like a little country town. But with a good amount of shops. In a picturesque valley. I can now see the appeal.
But it was really cold. I swear to god it was sunny when I got up in Melbourne. I took my down jacket in case of emergencies – thank goodness! As we approached Gisborne this dark cloud hovered and the wind whipped up. Gisborne weather was described on the weather app. as ’11 degrees, feels like -1 degree’. Yep. I was cold in my jacket. I had to go buy a beanie as well.
Luckily the monthly market was on and I found a good one there. And got to admire loads of knitting and crochet … and I sought out some crochet tips.
But I digress. Because I wanted to mention the cool cafe there. Three Little Pigs. And the owners last name. Not Mr Wolf – which would have been good too – but Mr Bacon (I was taking a photo and his Dad who was cleaning the table next to ours told me). How fun!
I liked the decor. Look, a number like my house numbers. I like it in red. Look, wooden boxes. With a variety of pigs on display. Nice. And the reclaimed chairs. And the little boxes on the tables. And the brown glass bottle for the sugar … I wonder if these came from Mr Vintage in Sparks Avenue …
It was packed, the cafe. And had a great little kids area. Better than so many places in my ‘hood.
What a great place to play soccer! I came home and felt like I’d done something and been somewhere …so much better than the back blocks of Preston.