|Mandy our guide|
|Mandy knows her stuff!!!
On the bus with us were us four Kiwis, a group of three charming young woman, a group of four more young charming Kiwis, two who live just beyond the Bombay Hills in South Auckland (they were visiting the ex pats), then another couple who we can only assume were Australian (not very social) a lovely young Irish couple, she was a delight a bit unsure about him, he appeared grumpy and a single chap on his lonesome out for a good time
Mandy is a winemaker and for extra money she conducts tours; as winemaking is not a great paying career, unless of course you actually own the winery. She is a delight, very upbeat, funny, and so focused she nearly left the loner behind. Shows what an impression he made we hadn’t even realised he was missing, oops!!
The first stop of the morning was at the gallery housing the Paul Rigby exhibition. The gallery is hosted by his wife and one of his sons. The Rigby’s moved back to Western Australia as two of their children were based here and they wanted to retire, they have lived in New York for a number of years
We got to view some of his prized paintings and one in particular depicts the Global Financial Crisis before it even happened. It is very accurate and well worth a look, his wife hosted us and was very accommodating, we got to view his work shop which has been maintained and untouched, including the painting he was working on when he died and you can see the majority of his famous work and posters.
I think the best one is a painted row of surfers through the ages; starting with a little one wearing floaties, the next a little paddle board, the next a boogie board, the next a soft nosed board and so on until the last shows a die-hard old surfy holding a coffin, you had to see it to imagine it
Another favourite painting was one of New Orleans jazz musicians, in a circle; playing instruments; with a tidal wave about to hit them; floating in the sky was shadows of departed Jazz musicians. He loved Jazz and New Orleans, he also was great at taking the mickey out of Australian native names. He got fed up with all the places ending in up as you do such as Cowaramup. He drew a cow with a ram up it’s butt, Cow a ram up– he continued in this manner and filled up a whole poster with his version of the great Australian names, and what they would look like if you spelled them out.
This is also one of the first places we were greeted by a dog; they greet you wherever you are in Margaret River
Our next stop was the Leeuwin Estate