Monday, 23 October 2023

Why On Earth Did We Move To Heavenly Beverley?

Whilst I was in the midst of the Great East End Gallery revamp, we actually welcomed quite a few guests through the front door. They cheerfully stepped adroitly around the chaos. The Ikea cubes sourced by that exceedingly efficient and resourceful potter, Jan Cross transformed the Giftshop. When the mess was finally tamed, we had removed three big tables out of the Giftshop that had been taking up much of the centre space. What a difference.

During that time of total disarray, I was asked by a couple of guests the reasons for our move to live to Beverley. Particularly as I had been a city girl through and through. Although I was easily able to rattle off any number of circumstances that precipitated our move here almost thirteen years ago, I decided to really ponder this question. And explain why we have truly embraced Beverley as our home.

Any small country town tends to be a microcosm of the city. There are all sorts - the good, the bad and the ugly. We have endured a less than satisfactory tenant for the last twelve months, who has now thankfully packed up the contents of his "antiques" shop and departed yesterday afternoon.We have, unfortunately, suffered from the actions of a couple of low-lives who broke into the Red Vault Cafe and damaged a car.

Thankfully, these are not common occurrences in Heavenly Beverley. This emerging gem in the Central Wheatbelt has charm with a most attractive main street, a cheerful and welcoming community, beautiful Federation and Art Deco buildings and plenty of activities for the entire family. Every day, I meet people with hidden talents and genuine interest in others.

We have an eclectic art scene with artisans of all disciplines working happily in their spaces - Mandy Evans, Bec Buglass, Marion Luck, Kelly Duncan and our fabulous Artist-in- Residence programme at Beverley Station Arts. These artists offer fantastic workshops for visitors and locals alike. Then there are Beverley's artists who work out of their home studios - Jan George, Val Burns, Gracie Courtney, Greg Burley, Robyn Cashmore, Shirley Gillis, David Lillico, Luke Thynne, Pat McKie, Denese Borlini and of course my beloved Michael. We thoroughly embrace our "repeat offender" artists who keep returning to Beverley. Plus the multitude of others from the Perth Hills to the Wheatbelt and beyond who have become the heart and soul of the East End Gallery. Beverley has hosted Plein Air events and artists' retreats, as well as the booming annual Easter Art Exhibition and Prize.

Thanks to Beverley Station Arts, we have performances all year round - ballet, concerts, choirs, movies, plays and a spectacular Christmas party.  For anyone wishing to indulge in a sporting life, there are a myriad of clubs and groups always eager for new members. All are also welcome at the Beverley Community Garden and the Gardening Club, the CWA, the RSL, or as a volunteer at the Dead Finish Museum or at the Visitors' Centre.

Some years ago, Beverley was rebranded to reflect our ambition that we could all "BE" whatever we wanted to be in our town. We wanted to "BE" us, rather than a copy of any other country town.

Being active, being airborne, being arty, being handy at the Men's Shed, being well dressed courtesy of "Lucky Find", being green-fingered or being excited by a new Tapas Bar and deli inching closer to completion. Be very satisfied by a meal or a snack at the Red Vault Cafe (still looking for a new owner), the Beverley Bakery or either of the pubs. Be charmed by the Beverley Rose Show this coming weekend. Be moved by the spirit of Remembrance Day on 11 November.

With summer's arrival, be very cool at our pool complex or be very spoilt by the best oval in the Wheatbelt for a twilight walk with the dogs. We also cater for our kids to be very physical with an outstanding playground and skate park in the centre of town, also equipped with shade, water, free BBQs, lighting and safety fencing.

Our local kids can attend the Beverley District High School, which offers Distance Education to Year 12. Northam, sixty-eight kilometres up the road has a Senior High School and St Joseph's Catholic School, both to Year 12, with a bus delivering the students to and from Beverley. A start in the Beverley Horse and Pony Club may lead on to one of the Agricultural colleges for those interested in a trade or working on the land.

For us, the final attraction of Beverley is its proximity to the Big Smoke. We can reach the eastern precincts in under ninety minutes. Depending on traffic, we can be in the city in under two hours. Visiting the kids in the northern suburbs is less hair-raising as we can bypass the CBD altogether. Specialist appointments and hospital visits, which annoyingly tend to occur more frequently for Elderly Folk, very rarely keep us away from home overnight. Most undertakings can be easily achieved during the day.

We have just returned from a trip down the hill. We enjoyed a slow morning at Station House, visited a specialist mid afternoon, caught up with family for a cuppa and arrived home just before dark. We were greeted by our pair of excitable dogs, a squealing parrot and a disdainful cat. 

What could be better than that?

 
Vincent Street...

 
Be very airborne!

 
Meet some locals - 

 

 
 
  
 
Kylie - fabulous proprietor of "Lucky Find"... 


This is the place that saw the potential of the Artists-in-Residence programme...



 
 Doesn't every  gallery need a reindeer?
 
  
 
Here are just of few of our artistic superstars who have helped us put Heavenly Beverley on the map - Alan...

  Bec...

 
Belinda...

 
Brett...

 
Brian...
 
  
 
Carolina...
 
  
 
Catherine...
 

 
Christine... 
 
  
 
Claudia... 


Colin...


Crafty Nanna

 
David...

 
David... 

 
Deb...


 
 Denese...

 
Diane... 


Gary...

 
Gary...

 Gracie with Jan...

 
Michael, Brian and Greg...

 
Ian...

 
Irene...

 
Jan and Sharon...

 
The other Jan!

 
Jane...

 Jane...

 
Jo-Anne...

 
Iris and John...

 
John...

 
Joy and Trish...

 
Kaitlyn...

 
Kaye... 

 
Kelly...

 
Kenneth...

 
Kim...

 
Lawrence...

 
Leo...

 
Lorraine... 

 
Mandy...

 
Marcaela... 

 
Marion...

 
Mark...

 
Marta...

 
Mia...

 
Michael...

 
Neil...

 
Noela...

 
Pat...

 
Paul...

 
Pia...

 Pieta... 

 
Pilbara Bill...

 
                                                                            Rachel...

 
Ros...

 
Ruth...

 
Shane...

 
Sharon...

 
Shirley...

 
Steve...

 
Sue...

 
Tina...

 
Val...









Sunday, 15 October 2023

Lights! Camera! Action!...CUT!

The last three weeks or so have been a wilder ride than usual. I set out, with the best of intentions, back at the beginning of October to write a review of yet another sensational Sundowner. Except, I forgot to snap a single photo of that celebration, so I have absolutely no record of the night whatsoever. However, I can report that a fabulous night was enjoyed by all. Ros Newick of tea cosy, floristry, artistic quilting (etc. etc.) fame had a sleepover in our guest room and Michael and Lawrence chatted until the wee hours of the following morning. The end result being that my beloved man was a tad worse for wear for the entirety of Sunday, rendering him thoroughly useless for any assistance with tidying the wreckage. We will be revving up all over again for our final Sundowner/the East End Gallery's 9th birthday party/Christmas party of 2023 on Saturday 2 December. Be there or be square!

Anyway, hold onto your hats whilst I start the ignition of the roller-coaster. Our Spring Sundowner was slap bang in the middle of the King's Birthday public holiday weekend, so we rocked on opening over five days rather than our typical four. A trip to the podiatrist and attacking the washing took up one of our two days off and I finally had a day in my garden when Michael kindly delivered the dogs to our ever efficient vet hospital in Northam - Stella to have her teeth cleaned under anaethetic and Lexi to receive her final round of puppy injections. Then, we began the countdown of when Miss Lexi could actually venture out into the big wide world of walkies.

We were back in the Gallery rolling over into a new month. We farewelled Carolina and her international man of mystery Steve and welcomed "repeat offender" Alan Pickering for twelve action-packed days as Artist-in-Residence. Alan, an exceptional oils "plein air" painter keeps returning to Heavenly Beverley, his annual triumph a "plein air" weekend here towards the end of each April, now attracting in excess of forty artists. I kid you not, peek behind a bush, under a bridge or up a tree on that weekend and a visiting artist will be peering back!

The first week of October was definitely the lull before the storm. I finally caught up on some household tasks, albeit thwarted by Lexi and Stella's efforts to cover the floors with old tissues, bits of paper towel, chewed toilet roll cylinders and sizable chunks of mulch which I had lovingly topped up in all my pots. Outside...A trip to the Big Smoke to meet Conor (Alex's rehabilitation physio) at our Autistic Superstar's unit was followed by multiple lightning raids on various retail outlets before I finally staggered in the door at around seven-thirty in the evening. 

Then came notice of delivery of our Ikea unit, procured by the terrifying efficient and incredibly resourceful Jan Cross, who is also known as Gone Potty. There is absolutely nothing flaky within the steel trap of Jan's brain. 

We enjoyed Lexi's first outing to our oval the day before the Arrival. She loved the Great Outdoors, tearing around as a jet black Whirling Dervish, competing with Stella to hurtle past our legs at Mach 1 speed. Since then, they have also loved meeting and running with Robbie, Janet's smaller but faster terrier cross. Robbie, with a lower centre of gravity, is so far able to out-sprint and out-corner the bigger dogs. As Lexi and Stella gain fitness, I think the races between them may tighten somewhat...

So, last Monday was Delivery Day. Jan and Ian duly arrived, she and Michael manhandled the unit into the Gallery on skates (remembering the ship's mate Bates), a lively chat and wander around the Gallery and Michael's studio was appreciated by all before Jan and Ian roared off in their ute. And then, the roller-coaster was at its pinnacle, teetering...

Our marvellous Ikea unit has transformed the Giftshop. Chaos has reigned all week as I have entirely revamped both the Giftshop and the main Gallery. The roller-coaster was charging through its final descent at breakneck speed. Michael whipped up two additional jewellery stands for immediate operation. Art has kept rolling in and, even better, rolling out. We finally are beginning to believe that nine years of perseverance is finally placing the East End Gallery (and Heavenly Beverley) on the tourism map. 

I kept thinking that the rejig had finished last Thursday. Not so. I finally called Time! around seven o'clock last evening. Photos I had taken previously had to be culled and banished to the recycle bin whilst I clicked away at a brand new crop. A final vacuum to remove the corpses of all the deceased flies was executed with gusto.

Home for a gin and dinner. My darling husband heated up our leftovers and provided me with liquid refreshment. I powered through all the photos, editing and resizing to become user friendly as a final flourish to this post.

Best of all, Michael has his Mojo back and is in the Zone, his artistic ingenuity and flair on display with new sculptures...I'm excited!

 
Back in the saddle...

 
Well hello Dory...

 
Doesn't everybody need a Christmas reindeer named Yardley? 


 
"Homage" - Paul Kendall
"On Hold" and "Sydney Heads" - Ian Kay...

 
Teatime! - Ros Newick...

 
Firepit - Michael Sofoulis...

 
Wood by Daryl Storer and Gay Vandenberg...

 
Sunflowers - Carl Sexton...

 
Gone Potty and Doug Whiting

 
Gone Potty and Di Mainwaring...

 
A kangaroo, lasered rocks, whips, hats, a horseshoe and a caravan!

 
Gone Potty and Alison Alztuff...

 
Glass, photographs, watercolours and octopi!

 
Glimpses of both the Giftshop and the Gallery...

 
Lorraine Pichugin, Michael Sofoulis and Mutsuko Bonnardeaux...

 
Canola - John Kaye...

 
A pretty corner of the Giftshop...

 
Belinda Kay, Diane Strahan, Gone Potty and Irene Perry...

 
Alan Pickering, Gone Potty, Di Mainwaring, Skye Steele and Kerry Scally...(amongst others...)

 
"The Visitors" - Pat McKie...

 
"A Ladybird in my Garden" - Pat McKie...

 
Kelly Duncan's quirky ceramic creations -

 
 

 
Photographs by Carolina Furque
Wood by Lester Bennier and Gary Dodge
Gone Potty...

 
Giftshop - western views...

 

 
Denese Borlini - "At Millstream"...

 
Denese Borlini - "Pilbara ghosts"...

 
Irene Perry - "Salinity"...


And playtime on our oval!