July at Stanton
July is midwinter at Stanton and with it comes not snow and some sort of damp purgatory, but enticing crisp clear mornings brought about after the sun has finished burning off the fog.
The trees tell you it is winter though and the fires are going day and night, the tell tale spirals of smoke from chimneys, and the art work that goes into stacking firewood.
Firewood is never just stacked, it is sculpted, particularly in Maydena.
Winter has the most blissful pasttime to be enjoyed by all. Sleeping. The uninterrupted, sound sleeping to be done in a warm doona-laden bed is just magic, particularly if it is windy and raining outside. If sleep does not come easy then try an old house in winter.





I have a sad duty to perform and that is to announce to our old and not yet met friends around the world the recent death of Helen at her beloved Stanton. The breast cancer she was diagnosed with three years ago took her away and she will be missed by us all.