It’s felt a little strange being in Melbourne for the whole of January. The last few years I’ve made myself scarce and headed north as soon after Christmas as possible. But this year it was time for a change, so instead of heading straight to the beach, we tried a different approach and drove into the Yarra Ranges to visit the Boy’s mum in Warburton. It’s a lovely place to visit, with so many lovely places to walk, tasty food on which to gnaw and rosellas swarming everywhere you look. (okay, I have a strong suspicion that rosellas don’t actually swarm… but perhaps they should? It would be cool, right?)
The Boy’s mum’s place has no tv and no internet, so we spent the evenings reading, drinking multiple cups of tea, playing chess and listening to one of the other residents of the house practice on her violin. It was rather excellent, really. It didn’t hurt that the lounge room looks like this (excuse the crappy phone-camera picture). I spent a lot of time in that chair knitting away on an impromptu Baktus (stay tuned for that one).
We did lots of walking, just as I’d hoped. We walked around Mt Little Joe (which then, erm, caught fire a week later – yikes!) and then bounded down the Backstairs Track behind Warburton.
When we were done we soaked our tired feet in the Yarra (don’t worry: where we were walking it looks pristine and inviting and generally a whole lot less like this).
On our last morning we went down to the Rainforest Gallery in the Yarra Ranges National Park. It was lovely (though the text on the signs was a bit… interesting. I feel very strongly that William Shatner should do a spoken word version).
Still, very lovely! You like ferns? All the ferns you can handle right here!
It wasn’t as long a get away as I would have liked, but it definitely scratched my get-the-hell-out-of-the-city itch. I’m hoping this little trip will set a precedent actually; I don’t really go in for New Year’s resolutions at all, but one of the things I’d like to do more in 2013 is get out of the city for some walking and sightseeing. There are so many beautiful places within an hour or so’s drive of Melbourne. I really have precious little excuse not to go out and get stuck in. I’m already making cunning plans for the next trip; if all goes to plan, it’ll be a little further afield!