I’ve finally returned from my sejour in Melbourne, after what in blogging terms has felt like a virtual æon. I’ve only missed two posts yet I’ve felt it nonetheless, internally jerking like an addict weaning off crack. Now back on the road to redemption, I thought I might seek forgiveness with the above photos, set in one of the most amazing places I’ve had the pleasure of
breaking into snapping in.
Given that we were greeted with the most horribly wet, windy and uncomfortable conditions for most of our stay, there was nothing more lovely than the surprise discovery of an endless canola field (open gates and all) to give us the well-deserved happy send off home. It’s okay Melbourne, I forgive you. The ridiculously good feeds (with Huxtable, Auction Rooms and Portello Rosso keeping me fat and happy), the crazy people (I watched in shock horror as a lady ordered a $25 steak for her pint-sized dog in Albert Park) and the way Melburnians seem to put the quality part back into quality of life.
Come to think of it, I almost miss you.