The coffee shop, with its old tables, chairs and stools from an earlier era getting another lease on life, has been upgraded over the last 6 years we have been coming here….originally, the old tin roof let the cold in during our misty, drizzly winters and then in summer, you sweltered in the combined heat radiated down from the tin roof creaking and groaning in the sun, and the heat from the old bakers’ ovens on the other side of a thin brick wall….now there is another tin roof under the original one and another wall around the ovens, a vent in the roof can be opened on hot days to help circulate the air and there are now ceiling fans…a far cry from 6 years ago.
“Flatlanders” is a term for those people unfortunate enough to live down on the coastal plains around Melbourne…those who drive, what they consider long distances to get here..keeping in mind dear reader, that the majority of Trenthamites who work in Melbourne drive that route twice a day 5 days a week just to get to and from work…Melbournites on the other hand will drive up here and spend a weekend, go back to work on Monday and tell their workmates that they spent a weekend ‘in the country’.
Concrete floors have been retained, and, in the Australian country decorating scheme (as shown in the “Country Life” magazine) there are ferns in an old metal pitcher. The salt comes from Pink Lake out in the Wimmera and is unprocessed…the pepper is whole and comes in grinders (which are meant to be turned both ways, unlike the ones at the Cosmopolitan Hotel down the road, whose pepper grinders only work in a clockwise direction!….but that’s another story)….
Jars of chutney and branded oranges line the shelves and the specialty bread is delivered to other coffee shops in the district, chillies are strung along the shelves with a selection of books and magazines eschewing the benefits of living in the country…earth garden, backyard farmer et al…jars of blue gum are lined up along a shelf…it’s a breath of ‘real country’.