Just over a year ago, my partner, toddler, dog, chooks and I decided to leave the spiralling house prices of Melbourne for the tree-lined financial Nirvana of regional Victoria.
Every weekend we drove through many quaint and ute-riddled towns. None of which quite ticked all the ‘happy home’ boxes. That was until one fateful day, when we brought our big city hunger and thirst to the gold rush city of Ballarat; the town in which we discovered our own nugget of tasty gold… The Mallow.
Those who know me, know that I like a beer and/or cider or two. Not the chemical-ladened muck that the unnamed big brewers saturate the market with. No, I loves me a finely crafted beer. A beer with flavour, A beer with a story. A beer conjured from the joyful wizardry of men and women who have a true passion for their craft.
Last night was the opening of The Ballarat International Foto Biennale – a month-long festival of photography which is held every two years in my new home town of Ballarat.
Over 400 Ballafornian’s gathered on a typically frosty night in the wonderful Mining Exchange. Read More