10 years and three weeks ago

You might remember that a few posts ago I mentioned that it was our tenth wedding anniversary. Well I thought that Glenn’s surprise of a day out together and dinner at Lillianfels was the end of the celebrations but sneaky Glenn had other plans. He had booked a weekend for us at Caves House at Jenolan caves. This gorgeous rambling building is not only seeped in the the riches of Australian history but in our history too. Caves House was the first building we entered as a married couple. It is where we spent our honey moon.

The building is nestled in a valley accessible through a colossal rock archway torn through the mountain side. To get to this arch however you must first venture up the steep road of certain winding doom. It is, as all rugged mountain roads tend to be, a very scary drive into the place. This was made worse on our wedding night because of the pelting rain, roaring winds and thick cloud that covered the mountain all the way up. As Glenn drove and I picked innumerable bobby pins out of my expertly tangled hair I couldn’t help but imagine the following days headlines. "Newly Married Couple Plunge to Their Deaths, How Honeymoon Destinations Can Kill You"    

Well ten years on from our wedding we dropped the kids off at Mum and Dads and once more set our wheels in the direction of the mountain of terror. As we started our assent the rain once again started it’s decent and a thick fog rolled in. The fear that grows in your belly at the thought of driving the road in these conditions actually had a nice tinge of nostalgia this time. There was one major difference between the two trips, I got horribly sick and we had to turn around and come home and poor Glenn who had secretly organised such a special weekend away had to nurse his sick wife shivering under a blanket on the lounge.

Luckily the kind people at Caves House transferred our booking and three weeks later we made it there, alive. It worked out quite well all things considered if we had gone when the first booking was made it would have poured all weekend but on our altered schedule we had glorious weather.

This has to be one of my most favourite places in the whole world.

One of the communal lounge rooms. Don’t you just adore the red velvet squee It felt kind of like we were visiting Mr Knightlys house.

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When we got to our room there was a bottle of wine and a lovely note from two beautiful friends. I read it out loud a little to fast which caused a little giggle and every time we enjoyed something for the rest of the weekend we would turn to each other and say "Yes I’m so happy that we finally managed to get away from Steven and Sally too".

This was our room, if you look at the second photo we are the top middle green bay window.

I am so lucky, so in love and so thankful we have each other and also so glad we got away from Steven and Sally for the weekend.