We had absolutely perfect picnic weather for my first Mother’s Day, which was lucky as picnic was the menu. Robyn (also known as NanananNAN NAN NAN!!) Delana, Brian, Orlando and I took a *big* thermos of tea and tasty salad sandwiches up to Carrick Hill for a leisurely lunch.
For non-Adelaideans, Carrick Hill is an absurd and marvelous relic of a period when people felt the only thing to do with a large home in Australia was to try and make it look as “civilized” as possible; including an impossibly thirsty and enormous orderly garden.
We made our picnic under the boughs of a fig tree, with the scent of roses in the sun wafting by from the flowerbeds. Orlando’s knees had no sooner touched the grass than he was off into the rose bushes; to eat dirt and play with leaves.
Evidence of the magnitude and quality of the parties still thrown at Carrick Hill was found in the rosebushes in the shape of a mighty enormous cork, of the variety used in magnum sized bottles of champagne.
Visiting the grounds is free, but admission is charged to visit the house. If you should fancy a smackerel of something the cafe can oblige with tea + scones, a glass of wine…