I wasn’t here, I was on the Easter Deadly Treadly Tour.
Get up, drizzle, coffee, shower, put bags in car, drive to Alexander parade, drive home, get on bike, shiver down Swan Street, get off bike, put bike in truck, get in bus, try and sleep through the two hour trip to Beaufort.
58km. Alternating drizzle and sunshine. Finally a terrific tail wind into Clunes.
Clunes resembled the set of a western movie, sometime after the cast and crew have all gone home. I half expected to see tumble-weeds blowing down the main street.
Where?
Beaufort, Clunes(-37.3,143.7833333)