How long is it since we last visited this part of the Yarra Valley? Quite possibly Queens Birthday 2014 when we stayed with mates at Healesville prior to heading off on our first big trip. The Gulf trip, the one we called ‘It’s a long way to the top’ and it did feel like a long way to the top. Yet that day, getting lost and driving somewhere around Mt Donna Buang to Warburton on a cold foggy morning was memorable. Not because we got lost but because we were on a little used road and in quick succession three shy lyrebirds darted in front of us.
Oct 2019, Warburton, Vic
Pretty Warburton bursting with spring. There are farmlets, quaint wooden shops and houses, kids chasing butterflies and a kookaburra almost gagging on a fat cicada. There are beautifully tended and hedged gardens bursting with blossoms and the ever-rushing mountain stream, the Yarra river.
We have a picnic on the riverbank and Woody fiddles with his hearing aids, complaining about the noise of the birds, but it’s not the birds. It’s the cicadas, in full ear-splitting chorus. If only we had the caravan with us we could stay all day.