On the way to Kiama from OJ, we passed thru Crookwell. A
smallish town on the southern highlands side of the Great Dividing Range…
Apart from being a nice place to stop over & have
breakfast, Crookwell is also the Birthplace of the Inventor of the Rotary hoe
(a bloke by the name of Arthur Howard). Unfortunately for Oz, Howard moved
England between the wars to increase his manufacturing base… Crookwell is still
rather proud of their inventive son & have a rotary hoe mounted on a pedestal
in a park in the centre of town to celebrate (my photo didn’t work out…
otherwise there would’ve been a piccie right here!)
In the entire time we were in the car travelling; Only 2
things of note happened during the drive:
1.
We discovered that of all the Meaghertians, Dan
& His Dad have the lowest tolerance for motion… I’m spewin’ about that!
2.
We noticed the Crookwell Sock Shop
Now, those who read my Alt-Girl post will know that I have a
soft spot for those having a “Red Hot Go” at life, especially those having a go
at something that is rather “un-cool” as everyone wants to be a
model/actor/singer/dancer/global-financier/bodybuilder these days, rather than just
have a go at something. It’s nice to have aspirations I suppose!
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| The Sock Shop! |
WELL, true to my form, I’ve found another band of artisans
giving their chosen field a good work out… Crookwell’s own; The Lindner Sock
Company!
A Fourth generation family of sock makers who make Super
Warm Woollen Sox, in their little shop in the main drag of Crookwell
Apart from the fact that they were really passionate about
what they are doing, It is really nice to see a company having a go at
something, rather than shipping the raw materials to China to be made there
& sold back to Oz. It was also refreshing that a company chose to start up
in a smaller rural area rather than one of the larger cities, or provincial centres.
They also have Mega cool super retro machinery (Maybe
classic rather than “steam-Punk”) but the Silly Boys loved the look of this
stuff… I have to admit, I thought it was cool too. The way they seemed to whir
& click into place & "poo" out a tube of rather fashionable knitwear
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| Old-School & Super Cool! |
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| A tube of Socks! |
So; what did we Meaghertians do when we were confronted by
the opportunity to purchase stuff that we had no intention of buying before we
saw the shop? Why we went mad & bought a poo-load of socks of course!
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| My Argyle socks... OH yes, they are comfortable! |
AND they are
spectacularly comfortable! The Silly boys ended up getting some footy sox;
I went mad on some purple work socks… some red & black argyle & some
nice formal socks…
As Molly Meldrum says: “Do Yourself a favour…” & get
some!
The other occurrence that happened on the family break was when
we did a tree top walk, it turns out that Benny is as terrified of heights as I
am! The tree top walk was the Illawarra Fly & you walk along a scaffolding
structure in was set up thru the treetops of some of the remaining temperate rainforest
in the Illawarra’s hinterland. Whilst this walk was a great thing to look at,
with really cool views, trees & animals, it pushed us both too far.
Interestingly enough, despite the mutual shear terror, Benny really liked the
walk & wanted to go back at some stage in the future!; I remember watching
a TV show once where the presenter said that Humans love to be scared in a safe
way… I suppose this was a case in point.
Unfortunately, the Silly boys have lucked out with their heredity
in that respect!
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| Benny & I were NOT going out there - Only the brave Child Bride! |
So Mote it Be!
Leigh
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