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.

The campground is halfway out of town on the road south, an annoyingly long way to come back in for a coffee or a beer. We managed though, and found a cafe that filled the gap between the end of the afternoon and the start of the evening with coffee, fresh bread and home-made dips. This was followed by a brief exploration of the main street, then a lengthy exploration of the second-hand book store. The shop just seemed to go on for ever, room after room stacked from floor to ceiling with books of every conceivable subject.

Walking around to the restaurant for dinner we were just in time for a spectacular sunset, my photo doesn’t do justice to the luminous colours that were glowing up from the hills to the west.

Where?

Clunes(-37.3,143.7833333), Daylesford(-37.35,144.15)