I heard a whisper on Saturday morning about a polar bear in the Hunter Valley. My curiosity got the better of me, so I abandoned the shop & my very long ‘to do’ list, left Hannah in charge, grabbed my trusty driver (my Dad) and headed north of Sydney. Although late in the day, and a long drive, we left with enthusiasm that was rewarded with a bright wintery day and a spectacular mackerel sky. Perfect roadtrip weather.
My Grandparents lived at Smiths Lake so this was a route well travelled. We reminisced over the family car trips, school holidays, sibling shenanigans & stopped at oak for a chocolate malted thickshake for old times sake. As we raced against the clock with a vague idea where this white giant might be lurking, we pulled into hanger-style Hermitage Rd Antiques, off the Broke Road in the Hunter Valley. He (the PB) commands pride of place, amongst nautical, marine & other collectibles (& treasury junk). I was not disappointed and it seems that this guy has quite a few stories surrounding him. My friend, Rosie, from Tarlo & Graham remembers hearing of this ‘iceberg’ tottering bear from a Lawson’s auction many moons ago and Madelienne believes her father might have trophied him whilst hunting in the South Pole.
Wherever he is from, he is monumental and impressive, reminding me of The Explorers Club in NYC (yes, I will become a member one day!). Although he would not fit in my car, or even in the interiors I am working on, I was so pleased with an afternoon spent with my Dad and the magnificent mackerel skies, showing off as the sun set and we raced to get to our parties on time.