It was three days after Mill's return and the jet lag was finally wearing off. She needed to get out of the house, and what better way to spend a day out with a girlfriend than in Berrima?
After a morning tasting jams, smelling tea leafs and scouring antiques, we had worked up quite an appetite. The usual cafe I eat at had closed down so, disappoint, we walked along the main road trying to figure out where we should go... that was until we smelt the warmest yummiest smell! We (literally) followed our noses down a stone path, and came across a shop front that in no way looked like a cafe. The smell was so persuasive we decided to poke out heads inside to see where it was coming from.
A sight of eclectic country treasures greeted us, and the smell was almost overwhelming by this point, but inside this tiny shop we spied not a single cafe table and chair set.
From the corner of the store a lady appeared and asked if we were there for lunch. Confused, we asked her if it was a cafe. She replied "Cafe, shop, florist, wedding flowers, photography styling props." Wow, what a combination! Turns out all the shop settings were for sale but also offered as dinning furniture for visitors to sit at and share a meal.
Mill and I decided on a beautiful old set of couches in front of a roaring fire, and ate our lunch off an old wooden chest (which had a price tag of $450!) and talked away the winter afternoon.