On Wednesday Mick and I once again ran away from home.
We headed south through this wide brown land of ours.
Then we started to head fro them there hills, hoping it wouldn’t be quite as hot.
We set up camp at Bright in the Victorian high country for the night. We thought it might be a little cooler there, but it wasn’t. There were heaps of people enjoying the swimming hole in the river.
The local brewery was a rather popular venue to while away some time and try some different beers and ciders.
Yesterday morning we headed further into them there hills seeking the elusive cooler weather.
We climbed up to where the mountain ash were killed by a bushfire last year. (They don’t come back like most eucalypts.) They are still stunning, being so stark.
Finally, we reached the top of the world, Mt Hotham.
You can see forever, although there was a fair amount of smoke haze.
One small patch had escaped the fires. It was full of birdlife and wonderful little alpine plants and flowers.
Then through the resort.
And having a break at Dinner Plains. This is a lovely, quiet village nestled into the bush, unlike the glitzy Hotham.
We enjoyed delicious coffee and cake, with the water jug in a cute cozy.
And met a wild bush horse.
We then headed down the other side of the hills to the flat country, Drought! What drought?? It was green in places and we’ve never seen so many bales of hay per acre.
Finally, we saw the sea.
Once we were all set up we headed off to have some dinner overlooking the water. A terrible way to spend the evening.
After dinner we went for a stroll. Every man, woman and child seemed to be on the pier, enjoying the glorious evening.
This fellow was even lucky enough to catch a squid.
By now it was nearly time to call it a day.
Time to walk back along the street.
Buy an ice cream and head home.
It was the perfect way to start our holiday.