We like the anonynimity of this oval. There are far grander grounds in Wangaratta, just a few torpedo punts away, but we like this modest structure, declaring itself to be ‘HOM OF THE’.

The annual Jazz Festival? The Gum Trees? The Wangaratta Wahines? Who knows?

I could have asked one of the locals, or I could go on the interwebby thing, but sometimes it’s nice not to know everything.

(Or pretty much anything, in this case.)

It being a Monday morning in January, there wasn’t any action on the scoreboard, giving me the chance to appreciate the trees.