Have you ever noticed how being ‘away’ allows contemplative space for contrasts and comparisons? Familiar things look different from afar.
Such was the case when I took a five hour plane trip to Perth, on the other side of our vast continent; then drove for three hours to the south west coast of Australia. The Margaret River region on the southern tip of Western Australia, is famous for two things: surfing and wine. But that’s not why I chose to travel there.
I went because of family – the best reason of all. Exploring that beautiful part of the world was an added bonus. My sister, her husband and I, went to visit their son (my nephew) who is head chef at one of the popular wineries: Will’s Domain. Most of the big wineries there have restaurants showcasing their wines amid the vineyards.
After carving out a career for himself in the top eateries in Melbourne, my nephew now presides as head chef at Will’s Domain where he gives full expression to his creativity, making a name for himself on the national culinary scene.
You can be forgiven for thinking you’ve come across a food blog by mistake. But no, bear with me, this post is still about growing things.
After overseeing a magnificent degustation lunch for us on the day we arrived, he then acted as tour guide on subsequent days, as we explored the region. I marvelled at the native flora; the abundance of grass trees and different kinds of eucalyptus, to what we have on the east coast. Most of the wineries have beautifully groomed surrounds with old favourites like Hydrangea, Day Lilies and Roses interspersed with Australian natives such as the distinctive Kangaroo Paw.
We visited the Providore with its extensive raised garden beds growing a variety of edible crops like strawberries, artichoke, egg plant and lavender – yes lavender! Many flower varieties are used in cooking or for decoration. Inside, they sold all kinds of interesting produce from around the region. And ahhh, there was the nougat factory! Need I say more?
The wild ‘plantscapes’ enchanted me the most. Colourful sedge, grasses, low shrubs and trees and even mosses, hugged the rugged shorelines.
How different the climate was to the one at home. There, on the edge of the Indian Ocean, with nothing in between us and Mauritius, a dry hot Mediterranean climate prevailed in contrast to the humid subtropical environment of the east coast. Even so, many of the same species flourished. The European varieties like olive trees, hydrangea and the native eucalypts, banksias, paperbarks among them.
Given basic needs it’s possible to exist and even thrive outside of a native environment.
I wondered how basic was the need then for human connection? So far from home, my nephew had a staunch circle of friends and colleagues to fill his human need for connection. But I like to think our visit was special for offering the love and regard of a family connection; people who really knew him, who shared his life history. So far from home, and despite the presence of extended family, I re-evaluated my own need for immediate family connections, and saw them for the crucial sustenance they give me.
‘Coming back to where you started is not the same as never leaving.’
― Terry Pratchett, A Hat Full of Sky
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Beautiful!
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Thank you! And thanks for visiting.
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That looks like an amazingly beautiful part of the world.
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It is April. But so different to the east coast. I always return with fresh eyes. Thanks for visiting.
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Families are forever. Our connections go throughout the generations. looks more like the UK in late summer
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I agree Brenda. I think knowing where you’ve come from, about your roots helps shape us. Or at least give us explanations for who we are.
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Lovely post – the writing and the photos. I loved your description of the winery’s edible crops. How I’d love to visit a place like that! Or to live and work in an environment like that, with fresh produce to eat each day. So beautiful. As for the definition of home, I think it changes between individuals. As a “3rd culture child”, I’ve never felt that feeling of “home”. I could well adapt somewhere new, though of course human connections are always important.
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I think you’re right. Home means something different for everyone. Home ultimately for me is the people I care about. I’d like to know more about being a third culture child.
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I only recently realised there was a name for my condition of homelessness 😊
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I’m interested in how you interpret this. Many people who have multiple cultural roots experience ambivalence about identity. Especially if its recent. My own roots go back to China but some generations back, so I have only a vague sense of what they contribute to my perception of home and self.
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China, that’s interesting. It’s quite individual, I’d imagine, how you were brought up, etc
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Well the Chinese connection is a few generations back. The curious thing is my great grandmother was unmistakably Chinese, a fact I didn’t even realise until she passed when I was 9 years old. She was simply ‘Grandma’. Somehow I missed the obvious Asian facial features.
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I loved reading this. Beautiful reflection, interesting information, and so very true. I think I have experienced something like this, but your perspective–so different from my suburban home in Midwestern USA–helps enrich my own feelings about home, travel, and far apart (yet not too) family.
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Thank you for your kind comments Albert. I’m always interested to hear different perspectives. You’re right about them enriching your own views on the world.
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That was a lovely article about WA, Robyn. I lived in Perth for a few years and love the place, especially in spring. Hope to go there again in spring this year to visit my family and the beautiful wildflowers. See you at the next Writers’ Block, perhaps? Hazel
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It sounds like an epic journey, but one that was well worth it. I’m glad to hear your nephew is doing so well for himself. 🙂
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Thanks Bun. He is a rising star but still s nice boy to me.
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That’s good. 🙂
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What a wonderful visit Robyn and so eloquently shared. The Providore gardens look beautiful and so varied. That coastline, though, it’s stunning. Your photos make me want to dive into that water right now.
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It’s many years since I visited the West, Gail. The thing I remembered most was the beautiful quality of light. Quite different to the east coast. You would have loved the beautiful produce on offer. And of course the surfing. Thanks for your kind words. I’m glad you enjoyed my trip with me.
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By the sounds of it, you had a very good visit. The pictures and slideshow are beautiful.
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It was a lovely holiday Steph. And it was over all to quick. Glad you liked the photos.
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Seems like time really does fly when we’re having fun. Good to hear you had a nice holiday.
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Gorgeous photos, and I enjoyed your commentary. Thanks for posting!
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Thank you for visiting!
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What a lovely time you had! I so enjoyed the photos you shared from your trip. It is interesting to contemplate, isn’t it, the things we need to thrive?
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Thank you Melissa. I think it must be a little different for everyone but family is paramount for me.
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I’m booking a table at Will’s Domain – some time soon!
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You will love it! Tell Chef Seth I sent you. He will love you. 😊
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