If you didn’t know it was there, you would never find it. I guess that’s why it’s called the secret garden. Just a small sign. You drive down a private road and suddenly it ends. You’re there. In the secret garden.
I flew five hours from Brisbane to Perth, drove another three down to Margaret River and in the end it was so worth it. Jenny and Andrew had a beautiful wedding and a great reception. Guests from Scotland left snow and -30C to land in the middle of an Australian heat wave. The day I left Perth it was 46C. Living in Brisbane, I’m kind of used to the heat, but thats’s 76 degrees warmer than Scotland. It must have felt like going to another planet for many of the guests from Europe.
Jenny wore an Akira dress, Andrew wore a manly Scottish garment, perfect for the Australian summer.
I think I’ll get one too.