Yesterday we visited an open garden on the slopes of Mount Martha, overlooking Victoria’s Port Phillip Bay. The hillside was densely planted with (mostly) Australian native plants, flowering for spring, interspersed with sculptured wildlife and water features.
A couple of evenings ago, we drove as the setting sun cast warm glows on the bushland and vines, to Bluestone Lane Winery, the home of Veraison Restaurant. We had been invited by our friends Jan and Len to an event held by the Mornington Peninsula Wine and Food Society, of which they are members.
The prearranged menu with accompanying wines had been carefully selected by these foodies to complement each other and delight the senses. The owner filled us in with background details about the wines and what we were eating – which very much added to the total experience.
Upon arrival, we were welcomed with the winery’s sparkling white made by the methode champagnoise accompanied by canapés including a delicate salmon on miniature blini.
dish – violet gelato with white chocolate ice cream and honeycomb – a sweet indulgence to finish with. By the time I drove home it was almost midnight and I was glad that I had resisted the lure of the carefully selected wines. Thanks, Jan and Len, for the invitation to an evening of good company and sensory treats.
Over the weekend we visited our friends’ hobby farm in North East Victoria. David planned to get there before the others to mow the spring grass around the hut so the campsite would be lawn-like. He hopped on the ride-on and started work, mowing a good part of the home paddock.
The next day, he continued, but hopped off to attend to a bit of something protruding from the machine. He ended up slicing his boot, sock and foot. Several hours in Emergency at Wangaratta Hospital and several sutures later, we returned to the farm. No more mowing for David (or even walking for at least a week. Thank you to our good friend April (who is a nurse), for her wise First Aid support.
To brighten the post, I’ve added some photos of the journey there, over the Great Dividing Range under the towering mountain ash forests of the Black Spur, stopping for lunch at the pretty township of Alexandra where we lunched at a cafe with a memorial to truck drivers.
Well, the weekend getaway started well…
Yesterday David led a Probus walk through Coolart Wetlands & Homestead,on the Mornington Peninsula, an hour and a half south of Melbourne.
This park has an imposing homestead built by pharmaceutical magnate Frederick Grimwade in 1895, surrounded by a formal English-style garden with a pretty fountain.
We did the 6kmWoodland walk and checked out bird hides with cormorants, a curious egret and nesting ibises. A short beaked echidna tried its hand at tree-climbing and a raven ogled our picnic lunch longingly.
This afternoon we visited Richmond Housing Estate for the Under One Moon Festival celebrating Melbourne’s cultural diversity. In the grounds of the Estate was a stage surrounded by tents with stalls and displays. We were treated to performances of Beijing Opera, Japanese umbrella dancing, African dancers and various Timor Leste performers, including some men in magnificent feather headdresses. There was also a dragon dance, with frisky dragons running among the crowd afterwards. Small shelters were built by the Papuans and those from Timor Leste. Those present were invited to make lanterns for the parade to be held in the evening. I made an attempt and was told that the result was acceptable, thanks to some help from teenagers who seemed to have the hang of it.