The Smaller Portion has been telling me for a while 'We never go
anywhere, we never do anything.' He is right. Guilt got to me this
week and I agreed to go on an outing with him.
He chose to go to the Japanese Gardens at Cowra, some two and a half to three hours drive away. We have been there before years ago and both liked it.
The gardens were established to recognise and build on a relationship between the people of Cowra and the people of Japan - a relationship which has its origins in the Prisoner of War Camp which housed Japanese Prisoners or War during World War II.
In 1960 the Japanese Government decided to bring their war dead from across Australia to be re-buried in Cowra.
The Japanese Gardens and attached Cultural Centre support and advance the friendship between Japan and the town of Cowra and promote Japanese design, culture and crafts.
Choosing to go to gardens in winter might seem odd, but we thought that we would see the bones of the garden. And we were right. There are some things in bloom, but we revelled in the shapes and structure of the gardens.
The gardens were beautifully laid out. Most of the pathways were wheelchair accessible (well over 90 per cent), you could hire a wheelchair or an electric scooter and there was plenty of seating to sit, look and dream.
As always, many, many photos follow.
He chose to go to the Japanese Gardens at Cowra, some two and a half to three hours drive away. We have been there before years ago and both liked it.
The gardens were established to recognise and build on a relationship between the people of Cowra and the people of Japan - a relationship which has its origins in the Prisoner of War Camp which housed Japanese Prisoners or War during World War II.
In 1960 the Japanese Government decided to bring their war dead from across Australia to be re-buried in Cowra.
The Japanese Gardens and attached Cultural Centre support and advance the friendship between Japan and the town of Cowra and promote Japanese design, culture and crafts.
Choosing to go to gardens in winter might seem odd, but we thought that we would see the bones of the garden. And we were right. There are some things in bloom, but we revelled in the shapes and structure of the gardens.
The gardens were beautifully laid out. Most of the pathways were wheelchair accessible (well over 90 per cent), you could hire a wheelchair or an electric scooter and there was plenty of seating to sit, look and dream.
As always, many, many photos follow.
