So many things can disappear without notice; the classic old fish’n’chips shop on the corner that for decades had its great old style advertising sign-writing painted over a drab, uniform cream; the classic old warehouse bulldozed for more concrete slab apartments. This afternoon I went out for a walk to try to capture some of the ordinary things around Oakleigh. The house next door before its demolition, the pioneer cemetery, the cobbled-together fences in the alleys, even the old electricity meter.
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DTT — Saturday: Clunes to Daylesford・ 2 mins
I wasn’t here, I was on the Easter Deadly Treadly Tour. An incredibly strong southerly was blowing constantly, all day long. The 42km were covered at an average of 14km/hr! At each possible stop we gratefully sheltered inside, out of the wind. There was an amazing feeling of culture-shock riding into Daylesford after the last two days of almost deserted country roads and country towns. There was traffic everywhere, the streets full of people, it seemed like we were back in Melbourne... [cont.]