I took a train from Melbourne into an
inland city named Ballarat. The town has two things to attract me: it
is one setting for my next historical novel; and, the only person in
Australia I know lives there.
Downtown Ballarat is an architectural
gem—there is a wealth of buildings from the late 19th
century (1868-1888) that line wide streets and boulevards.
The view across from my hotel |
On the edge of Ballarat is Sovereign
Hill, a recreated Australian gold rush town. Part of my next novel
will be set in the gold rush (1851-1858); so, I needed to visit it.
Across the street from Sovereign Hill is the gold mining
museum. It includes lithographs from a gold-rush era artist S. T. Gill. His
drawings closely match the modern Sovereign Hill; so I believe it is
close enough.
Snapshot of Sovereign Hill |
This town is populated with re-enactors. Some of them, such as the blacksmith and the wheelwright, are
talented artisans and masters of old trades. I watched one fellow build part of
a wagon wheel using steam-driven lathes and other tools from the 1860s. Fascinating!
The next day, Barry Sullivan (who used
to live near me), gave up time from his busy schedule to drive me
into the “bush.” I wanted to see what the countryside looked like
(again to add authenticity to the novel) and I hoped to see
kangaroos.
We drove to Grampians National Park to
a treed spot beside a creek where Barry had seen kangaroos before.
Sure enough, we found a herd of eastern gray kangaroos lounging in
the shade. They ignored us, which let me get close enough to get
pictures. Driving back to Ballarat, we passed a flock of wild emus grazing
in a field. Cool!
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