Audrey tucks into a plumYoung is a 2½ hour drive north of Canberra, but the scenery en-route is beautiful. Miles of wheat fields and orchards. Think Wiltshire, but bigger and with gum trees rather than the chalk.
The kids slept in the back of the car, a night of Justine Clarke behind them followed by a morning of swimming. We arrived in time for lunch at the excellent bakery in the high-street
The actual festival itself was slightly disappointing. We'd loved Boorrowa's Irish Woolfest where the whole town had been involved in some way, but this one didn't seem as much fun somehow, country town life was still going on despite the festival.
Young itself has a questionable history. Anti-Chinese protests had been held there in the 1860s as the town grew out of the gold rush era. If you want to read more about this then click here
We stayed in town for a little while but then headed back (after getting hopelessly lost due to diversions) to an orchard where we enjoyed pick-your-own cherries and plums. I think if we head that way again (which I'm sure we will) we'll give the festival a wide-berth and head straight to where the action is - the many orchards which surround Young.
The guy in the fluro jacket (back of picture) had just won the annual cherry pie eating competition
Cherry orchard
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