If you were wondering where everyone was this Easter, it’s safe to assume they were in Beechworth at the Golden Horseshoes Festival. This festival celebrates an important moment in Beechworth’s history and just so happens to be held over the Easter long weekend, when I tend to visit the parents. It means crowds, even more tourists than normal, people doing odd things on the road and general mayhem. It also means I avoid it like the plague when I’m up here, except for one year when I actually went to the parade, purely so I could take some photos (some of which you can see here).
My mum said it best as we were driving past the chaos on the way to my parents’ house (which is thankfully on the very edge of town). She turned to my dad and said: “Why were we born without the gene that makes people want to go to things like that?”
It’s not that I don’t like going to interesting events; I just prefer it if fifty million other people aren’t there, too. Continue reading