Next turn left.
So turn left we did and discovered a beautiful village filled with country charm, surrounded by mountains with an amazing woollen mill.
Now going to a wool mill with three young boys is interesting. I could have spent hours touching all the beautiful hanks of wool, feeling the soft texture but small boys also want to touch, pick up and feel the wool. However they aren't as focused on returning the wool to it original home!! So I felt a few different ones, let them feel a few with nearby supervision.
The mill is well set up for visitors and tourists. There is a store out the front with yarn, wool clothing and other wool products for sale and out the back is a platform above the mill so you can easily each stage of the process, along with more yarn.
Unfortunately while we were there the mill wasn't running, much to my disappointment. However, when I was purchasing (more) wool - I really couldn't help it - I asked how often they ran the mill. The lady told me she would be starting it in an hour or so. Oh, now what to do. I so wanted to see it running but we also needed to be on the road so we would reach our destination for the day at a reasonable time. The desire to see it run won out!! Now what to do with three young boys to keep them happy for the next hour. I know - follow the sign that reads 'Park'. What a great choice.
This is not your ordinary park. It comes complete with sheep, shearing shed and daily shearing recording board. Once again due to our recent trip to the woolshed, our boys were 'shearing' giving me a full detailed explanation of what they were demonstrating.
When it started raining we headed back to the wool mill. The hour wasn't up yet but I thought we should just go in and check to see if they had started. And sure enough they had. WooHoo. We got to see the plying machine working. It was so cool. The boys sat mesmerised by it and wanted to stay and watch.