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Jo decided that she really did need to get on her bicycle a bit more often than once a month, so this afternoon we drove out to Lilydale to ride along the rail-trail. As usual, the Lilydale end is totally un-signed, so we gave up trying to find the trail end and rode straight up the Maroondah highway until we found where it crossed. Once on the trail its a pleasant ride through the forests, lots of other people, but they're all better behaved than the ones I meet on the tracks in town — everyone keeps left, for example. We stopped at Woori-Yallock to visit their award winning bakery — enticed off the path by the sign — and had a pie for lunch, then headed back up the track to Lilydale. If I'm heading out that way again, I think we'll forgo the Lilydale end of the trail and go straight to one of the picnic grounds, it'll avoid leaving the car in a carpark that seems to be full of glass from smashed car windows...

Couch-potato time this evening though — I was left at home while Joey went out to a movie. My mind-expanding viewing was a slightly surreal BBC documentary on lions, presented in US Desert-storm style, with all kinds of weird video overlays and effects, and the first episode of Hornblower, the series from the good 'ol C.S.Forester novells.