I've been to the Begonia festival every year I've been in Ballarat and it never fails to make me happy. The conservatory is warm and peaceful, full of outrageously over-the-top flowers and their admirers.
No noise, quiet conversation. Many, many cameras.
When the sunlight falls on them, the flowers glow.
The flowers are huge - they need wire supports to hold their heads up properly.
The first year I was very superior and I didn't think I'd stay long looking at hot house flowers, but I was charmed by the work and love that goes into this three day extravaganza and by the pleasure it gives.
Now I'm a begonia lover.