Our 2018 adventure to the Dandenong Ranges begins with the Blonde Bunneh (BB)
picking up a weary Pink Bunneh (PB), who stupidly stayed up watching music videos
until 3am - why?! I manage to keep my eyes open during the flight to watch
'Swinging Safari', then mislead us on the way to the rental car pick-up point
due to failing to read instructions... oh well, we need a bit of a walk! We
drive straight to our burrow in Olinda, and find the cottage freeeeezing!
Dressed in blankets, we try and decipher the heating system before heading out
to obtain noms in Belgrave.
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| Fantastic mushies in Belgrave! |
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| Ear muffs! |
We settle into our still-warming burrow, and Jenelle prepares
the noms whilst I decorate my tired-looking ear muffs with felt scales. After
an early night, we hit the road, stopping at the delightful King Henry for a
coffee. Perhaps we can come back for lunch, or even....dinner?! HA! No way these Bunnehs will leave the burrow at night! BB has researched several places to visit, the first being Carribean Markets, which we struggle to find, (both shouting MARKET ENTRANCE when we finally see it) and are then sorry we did. A few sorry tables of tat in a cold, cold barn...
Off next to Market Fair, which was much more enjoyable, although no purchases
made. We did see a book called The Bunnies in the Jam - quite fitting as we keep driving through Monbulk (although there is no evidence of jam).
Back to Belgrave for lunch, we
head to a place offering 'German Deliciousness', but really appears to be
sausage and sauekraut, so we head to The Blacksmith for a Buddha Bowl and
Felafel Burger - happy Bunnehs. Time to explore, I ask Jenelle if she is ready,
as her face 'noooo look ready'! After
exploring Belgrave, we head to Sassafrass, and the rain becomes heavier!
Jenelle finds a lovely pair of knee high boots to buy (yes, I was right, the
first ones were better!) and some tea before we head back for a welcome shower
and time on the couch. Much to my delight, the laptop rises from the dead,
after a day of death screen - hurrah!!
On Saturday morning, the sun is shining and the sky is blue
- although when I stick my head out the door it feels like I've stuck it in the
fridge - and we head to the Dandenong Park to do the 1000 steps.
It is marked as 'steep and slippery', so we do the Lyrebird Track instead - a heck of a lot of relentless ups = Struggle Street for this Bunneh! The backpack wasn't helping, so BB took that, and we made it to One Tree Hill (covered in trees - any particular one?!) and begin the descent. Despite the whinging, this Bunneh's knees prefer ups to downs, and for a few minutes, protested fiercely, and I thought I may have to send BB back for the car! Eventually it came right, and we picked up a coffee at the base before heading off to the markets at Mont de Lancey. BB started to have doubts, saying, 'um, doesn't it look a bit rural..?' whilst I maintained the faith with 'yes, but it is at an historic home', however, we arrived to a whole lot of nothing..... oh well....... Hangries loom for both, but we hold on for the next one, the Hills Art Market in Emerald. We encounter a sorry, cold field of pathetic stalls - disappointment has a name! Back in to town, we settle into Zest for a delicious brunch of sweet potato frittata and smashed avocado and enjoy both the food and the excellence service. Hangries suppressed, we have a wander into the Fashion Shak, where my appearance garners a friendly but stupid 'and what are you?' When I reply with 'a Svenja', it is asked again, and starting to lose my patience, I turn to BB and say 'errrr, I'm not sure how to answer this', and she saves the day by saying merrily that 'She is a Pink Lady'. This seems to be acceptable.
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| This was the look, minus my big, black boots... |
Driving to Kallista, we spot a Tardis, many beautiful red
and yellow leaves, bark dripping off trees, and a sign for some 'Clip-Clop
Plop'!! Passing Kallista, I spy a large felt Octopus in a pram, and am
intrigued.
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| Bunneh searches, and searches for Wombats.... |
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| The Piggery Cafe next to the gardens |
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| Alfred Nicholas Memorial Gardens |
On Sunday, we hope to redeem our market fails of Saturday by
visiting the 'Big Dreams' market at Belgrave, however, we are now wary, and
prepared for Big Dreams to become Shattered Dreams. And they pretty much were, except
for some truffle salami and a ginger sesame snap. OK. We remember the Upper
Fern Tree Gully Markets, and as Siri is telling us to u-turn to reach them, we
look over and see a coffee cart and a 'Pain Pod' tent. Worst markets EVERRRR!!!
OK. Let's go to Lilydale. At least there'll be chickens!! All looks promising
as we turn into the packed carpark at the Lake, and BB gets seriously excited
as she sees the tents......of the Mother's Day Classic. So not markets, and we
can't even walk around the lake. OK again. Let's check out Lilydale itself.
Fail again. Back down the road to 'Hunted' - a warehouse of many stalls of
stuff - not bad, but not fabulous, and no coffee, so PB is advised to 'eat the
muesli bar' - a reference to previous travels where a hangry loomed and a
muesli bar was necessary to stave it off! Back
to Lilydale to go to Mt Evelyn, which has a total of 2 cafes, and this
Bunneh loses her cool, refuses to get out of the car except to go to Wolies to
get noms and wine then go home! BB craves exercise, and drives back to the 1000
steps, and PB gets a little therapy moulding some leather, before heading over
the road to the Piriana Gardens and being delighted to find some
magical-looking mushrooms and beautiful trees.
I have such a good time moulding leather that
I stay up late (also drinking bubbles) so feel a little secondhand when BB
brings me coffee in bed on Monday morning!! We begin the plan of the day by driving to Grant's
Picnic Ground to do a 7k walk, which soon turns into - you guessed it -
relentless ups! However, I survive, and we are delighted to come across a very fat and happy wallaby, as well as a lyrebird, in the magically misty forest - bliss! This success continues as we arrive at Brunch for - brunch! BB struggles to finish her chorizo and beans, but wins in the end! It is freezing cold but I drag BB next door to the William Ricketts Sanctuary, which is cold, dark and not to BB's taste - we stumble upon a video in a hut of the man himself looking quite mad and talking about becoming 'the essence of God'....... perhaps he smoked a few herbs during the 70's?!! I crack myself up by referring to our next stop as 'not a tumour, but it might
be Tecoma', and we do a little op-shopping, before I get the major post lunch +
I-stayed-up-too-late snoozles. Looking for a sunny grotto, we go to Sherbrooke
park - BB strolls to the falls whilst PB snoozles in the car. After a fuel and
food stop, it was back to base for yet another delicious antipasto platter, and
plans to visit Marysville on our final day.
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| William Ricketts Sanctuary |
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