Yass, Wee Jasper, Berrima
Prior to Easter I took off on a two-day road trip down to Yass, situated at the westbound edge of the Great Dividing Range. Yass is just over three hours drive from Sydney. No-one goes to Yass for the sake of it. Yass is a pretty, though pleasantly downbeat town of about 5,000 people and it's very much a passerby, truck-stop sort of town. It's generally a wool centre, but for me I was attracted to rolling hills, space, sheep, cows, and I happily encountered all of these. I also wanted to be far enough from Sydney to avoid vestiges of cosmopolitanism that tend to creep in up in satellite villages surrounding the city, without having to drive too far. Here, in Yass, the cafes and shopfronts were delightfully ordinary, and I reveled in the peaceful feeling you find in a small town away from the big city. Monday Morning in Yass is slow and sanguine. The big city, even in its quietest moments, can in no way compare. Below is a photo of ...