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 unsigned, 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 car-park 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 novels.