A few weeks ago I journeyed up the hill to check out the annual Stirling Autumn Festival. It was brilliant, beautiful local produce, wine, art and a real sense of community. Good for the soul.
I am a fifth generation Hills resident, a born and bred Stirling girl. My ancestors grew up farming the land between Bridgewater and Hahndorf and my Nana learnt to paint whilst sitting at the feet of Hans Heysen, literally.
When I lived in Queensland for a few years, I longed for this place, my heart ached for its climate, its people, the familiarity and the sense of belonging.
You can take a girl out of the hills but you can never take the hills out of the girl.