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  • Powelltown



    Powelltown – Ada River Track
    Saturday 9th January.
    Leader:  Greg
    Powelly Pub really exists!  It is not a figment of the fertile imagination of Greg Richards.  And more than that it is run by people willing to please customers, and serves a really good lamb pie (doesn’t it Greg), and ice-creams, drinks, a good beer, even orange juice.  Yep so I’ve started this report backwards for one of the pleasant things about day walks is the camaraderie afterwards.
    To start at the beginning is a really good place to start.  Three cars, 9 people: the aforementioned Greg with Wane & John;  Andrew & Rosemary;  Lydie, Pauline, Ray & Bruce (your scribe) all meet at the allotted spot by the big log at Powelltown.  (Having driven through some delightful tall timbered country on dirt roads getting there following the GPS!)  This time it was jumpers on for some as the temperature up there was a bit cool at 8:30 in the morning.  The jumpers come off once the walk started and even more clothing was stripped off as the day wore on.
    There was a skirt down the road, left turn, gravel road, right turn into old logging track and so to the start of the walk, and very soon we were exploring Ada No2 Mill site which was the most fruitful of the mill sites.  The biggest thing was the old steam boiler rusting away but so large and so much iron that it should be there for many more years to come.  Is it really true that the last person to position the anvil when the final iron rivets were driven in was left to die within the cylinder as there was no room to get out?  Ask John for substantiation or just accept it’s another furphy.
    We were promised, in Greg’s inimical way, raging torrents, flooded swamps, and leeches.  Leeches there were and free flowing rivulets of blood down legs, much too late to use the salt when inspected on return to the cars, but hey, it’s January: the swamp was only oozy, the raging torrents just a free running creek.  Good quality water as we refilled drink bottles.   We saw scrapings of lyre birds, collected some lyre bird feathers, heard many and varied birds, saw a black cockatoo.  The bush gave us different growth zones: varieties of beech down the creek gullies, dark areas with much canopy above, transition zones and of course the tall majestic mountain ash.
    Rotted trestle bridges aplenty even with old signs about unsafe bridge.  Very old signs as that bridge has now collapsed and well beyond being “unsafe”.  With low flowing waters we rock hopped across the river (well, creek may be a better descriptor).  Then onwards and upwards to the Ada tree eucalyptus regnans or mountain ash to mere mortals: now reduced to 65 metres high, well struck many times by lightning so reducing its height.  A massive girth, and some estimated 225 cubic metres and 225 tons of timber.
    This was looking first hand at the history of our tall forests and our timber industry and if that was all for the walk, well done.  But look there’s more!  There’s the “exploration” bit.  This was just out of the Ada tree car park (1.5 kms from the Ada tree).  A quick right turn, scramble over a rampart of earth blocking the entrance and we are on an old road – still with the occasional traffic sign.  This was cut from the embankment of yet another creek, very steep in most places to our left, so steep that there was clear sky for the trees were way down the steep sided walls, so “way down there” to give us our sky view.  Scrambling over or under many fallen trees across the road way. Greg kept the “technical” difficulties until we were soon to face them.  There was a wash out of the road, so a scramble up hill, cross a creek then oh where oh where is the road?  Pretty well much back to the left your scribe contended correctly and so to be praised and awarded the Junior Bushwalkers’ Badge!  This “exploration” was so good as it was a gentle downhill walk all the way.  To be countered once we meet Dowey Spur Road with a gradual uphill walk back to the awaiting cars.  Carrying a large male gut or pot belly was too much for your scribe who thanks Greg (with his re-emerged left achilles tendon pain) and Pauline for accompanying him on that last 4 km.  Well, Wane drove back to pick us up for that last half km.  We were not too proud to gratefully accept. 
    It was reckoned that we’d walked some 17km.  A great walk.  A hearty thanks to Greg for yet again a walk well displaying Australian bush and gobsmacking views.  To me this is the very nature of bushwalking.  Thank you Greg.

  • Helicopter spur walk


    Leader; Richard

    Richard  picked us up on the way thru Friday night. We stopped for dinner at Mansfield, but by now 7pm. Most places were closed, so our options were slim. On thru the night up around Mt. Sterling. The half moon giving us some light as we pulled into the Upper Howqua river camp site. Many others had the same idea. We drove through the camping area to find a spot at the end of the area and set-up under lights.
    A quick breakfast then packs up and off up the spur. To begin with we followed an old logging trail weaving up the gullies until it reached the turn-table. Here we had snack and reduced our layers ready for the climb. The pad was well used for an uncommon trail. We gradually climbed up the spur still in tall forest, but Richard pointed out the presipus high above us which was the first of three escarpments we needed to climb over!
    The first escarpment was really a scramble up various ledges. Weaving our way left and right to follow signs of pervious paths up gullies between the rock faces. Finally levelling out a bit before the next step.
    At the base of the second one we stopped and rested studying the escarpment in front of us. Then we began to climb, first to the right then up ledge to the left, up through a chimney to a shelf. Here we stopped to admire and photograph a rock spire that jutted up through the trees. On up to scrabble on the plateau  of the second escarpment, the view becoming more spectacular as we gained height.
    One more to go! By now the spur was getting narrower, dropping away on each side. It was hand over hand up each shelf and a relief to get onto the plateau and a gradual climb across the alpine meadow to reach the 4X4 track of helicopter spur. The quantity and variety of wild flowers increase the further we climbed. Much excitement about the first discovery, soon to be overwhelmed by colourful expanses along a bit further. More photos. The Alpine Spring was at its best, white, yellow and mauve the main colours. (Ask Paul for their names)
    We follow the wheel tracks up the main well used road that follows the escarpment form the bluff to Howitt Hut.  Just along the main track we came to a saddle and climbed up onto the escarpments edge to get a spectacular view of the Howqua valley below and the “Crosscut Ridge” on the horizon.  Here had lunch then climbed up the peak to our west, aptly named “Picture Point”.  At 1600m. it is 800m above the river below, its peak giving you 360” view of the surrounding mountains. Spectacular, but the next peak along “Mount Magdala”  is another 125 higher and is tree-less, so the view there was “top of the mountains” with a shear drop to the valley below.
    After taking in the view we zig zaged down it back to a large gap in the escarpment rightly called “Hells Window” for the wind rips through here with mighty force.  On down to saddle below to a flat meadow with large old Snow Gums dotted about, to choose a camp site for the night. Water was retrieved form the “Hell Fire Creek” only 500m down and below the back of the saddle, but the climb back up was horrendous. That night we joined other campers around their camp fire and swapped yarns and stories till late.
    Day 2. Wake to a chorus of birds and the sun starting to light up the surrounding peaks. A casual breakfast, then pack up and continue along the saddle then up around a rocky path around the back of “Big Hill”.  Across another grassy saddle then start the climb up to the Howitt peaks. At a camp site amongst a group of very old snow gums, we stopped for June to explore the gully below for a water source. No luck! So on up past the “tree line” through the alpine heath land, full of flowers, to drop our packs at the junction and climb to the summit of Mount Howitt.  The cold wind made us rug up while we had morning tea and took in the view.
    Back to collect our packs and walk out to West Peak to begin our decent.  We picked our way down rocky shelves and zig zagged   through snow gums down the ridge. Soon we were in a forest of Woolly Butts and then enclosed in tall scrub. Down, Down, Down until we finally popped out into the ferny valley of the South Branch of the Howqua River. We crossed over the river to find a grassy patch on the other side for lunch and cook up a cuppa.( Richard had a final swim in the river).
    Instead of negotiating the boggy creek side, we climbed up onto the 4×4 track to follow it down the river valley.  The track crossed the river 6 times before it opened up in to a grassy river flat. You could see why they used to run sheep and cattle here.  Where the track came back to the river we left the walking trail to follow the 4×4 track back across the river to the cars parked on the other side.
    Before we departed we all had a refreshing dip in the river, changed into civilian cloths and jumped in the car.
    On the way out we stopped to explore  the Bindaree Falls. They are only a short distance from the road along a well formed path.  The water cascades over a horse shoe escapement to fall 60m like a lace curtain into the ferny gully.  There is a viewing platform in the rocks caves behind the falls, Spectacular!
    Back into the car, to wind our way out of the mountains into Mansfield. But by the time we got there little was open that late on Sunday night, only fish and chips!  Although it was a long drive home, we all had enjoyed a fantastic journey through the best the high country, the stuff dreams are made of! Thanks to Richard for every thing . Great company. For June especially, it was a home coming, She knows these mountains very well.
    Paul B

  • Pyarmid Rock/ Cape Woolamai circuit


    Phillip Island: Pyramid Rock am, Cape Woolamai Circuit
    Sunday 27th December
    Leader Fiona

    We were up and out very early this morning to meet on the Island by 8am. After a scorching 36 degrees on Christmas Day, followed by 14 degrees Boxing Day morning we were pleased with moderate temperature. On the way to Pyramid Rock we were welcomed by the local Black Swamp Wallabies, Cape Barron Geese, rabbits and hares. After a short car shuffle to Kitty Miller Bay we began our rock scrambling along the coast. Here rests the Speke Shipwreck that came into strife in 1891 when the Captain mistook the Cape Schanck Lighthouse for Aireys Inlet Lighthouse. The all steel ship was on route from Peru to Geelong to purchase wheat. The Speke broke up over days and pieces including the bow can be seen scattered all over the area. While we posed for a photo on the bow I was swarmed by insects as I poked my head through one of the holes (see photo).
    Our leader insisted that we press on to pass the bluff before the tide came in. Unfortunately when we reached the bluff we were faced with a high-low tide. This made passing the bluff too dangerous. We had two options – retreat, or scale the vertical cliff face while being whipped by waves. One of my regular nightmares involves being trapped on the coast with the tide quickly approaching so I made a hasty retreat back to the nearest inlet. When we climbed up the inlet wall we were faced with an electrified fence, or an VERY steep decline to the next inlet. Everyone took a minute to do a risk assessment. I voted for sliding down on our backsides, rather than shock therapy or out of control tumbling. We all made it down without fractures, but had very dirty posteriors. People pay good money for these kinds of adventures! (see photo). After all that intrepidness soggy feet was a mere relief as we rested on the beach for scroggin, then returned to Pyramid Rock for lunch. Gaiters, shoes and socks were removed and hung on the cliff railings to dry as we ate.
    We then all competed with the migrating tourists to Cape Woolamai for the afternoon. The circuit walk starts along the busy patrolled golden beach before heading up the dunes through the Short Tailed Shearwater (also known as the Australian Mutton-bird) rookery. Approximately 500,000 Mutton-birds nest here from September to April, then fly to the Alaskan Aleutian Islands. Cape Woolamai is also home to nesting Little Penguins and Pacific Gulls. Being the highest point of Phillip Island we were exposed to amazing views, ancient pink granite formations, and the islands volcanic past, before heading back down to the beach. We were nearly knocked out like bowling pins by small children scooting down sand dunes on skim boards. Maybe that’s what we needed on the before mentioned cliff descent? After finishing the return walk on soft sand Bruce stated “I hate walking on soft sand. But I’m going determined to get fit – or die in the process”! I told Bruce I would make a seat and dedicate it to him if the latter occurred. He thought that was a lovely idea.
    At the end of our walk we all gathered at the Lifesaving Club for a well earned ice cream – Magnum being the popular reward. It had been a long day filled with adventure and beauty. Thankyou Fiona for leading two wonderful walks in one day. 

  • Braeside Park


    Braeside Park
    Saturday 16 January 2016

    I had not walked in Braeside for quite some time and had memories of wetlands, ponds and birds and some heathland, and I’d forgotten the extent of the woodlands.  Braeside is surrounded by suburbia and it is easy to forget that as we wandered along the wooded tracts enjoying the scenery.

    Before we started off from the Visitors Centre we were given a bit of information about the place by Lyndal, including that it was the training ground for Phar Lap. There is reminder of that era to be seen now. Our walk began along the treed path at quite a cracking pace, obviously some wanted to outpace Phar Lap. The track passes some rather special ‘chain-saw’ sculptures of some of the local native fauna but it was the pelicans that were rather outstanding, especially the image of a flying bird. On down the Red Gum track we passed a few dry areas that probably had been creeks but which were not really flowing much now, they were supporting cumbungi and reeds but with not a bird in sight. At the Red Gum picnic ground it was time for a short break before heading towards the wetlands and the bird hide.

    At present there is not much of the remembered wetlands, although one of the body of water is still there. The cormorants were having a busy time trying to take possession of the old dead tree on the banks of the pond, but as there were more birds than space it was amusing to watch their antics, and there were several ducks that that took no notice of the squabbling going on above them. Further on was a bird hide, and then a few viewing platforms, but there were not very many water birds around to watch.

    Possibly one of the surprises for some was the busy spider wasp, it had paralysed one of the larger local spiders and was having a problem dragging it to its nest where it would lay an egg on the spider’s abdomen and then seal the nest. When the wasp larva hatches, it will begin to feed on the still-living spider and after consuming the edible parts of the spider, the larva will spin a silk cocoon and pupate, and eventually emerge as an adult the next summer.

    From here we headed back towards the Visitors Centre through the heathland areas, an area of native vegetation and occasionally weeds. Near the picnic ground is a couple of interesting mural art walls which depict the Park before and after federation, many of the tiles were made by the local schools to commemorate the turn of the century, Eventually we ended up back at the picnic ground, with its various adventure playgrounds. The picnic area was now seething with people. Apparently we had wandering into a kite festival for Indians, which originated on the west coast of India, and now encompasses the local people as well. Kites were flying everywhere, and many ended up crashed into trees from where they were scavenged by many of the kids. Some of the grandparents of the group quickly started to follow suit and ended taking home of few abandoned kites, while others demonstrated their skills as a kite flyer.

    Thank you Lyndal for this interesting walk, you just never know what you’ll find on a ‘suburban’ walk.


  • Lorne Base camp


    Walk report
    11th September 2015
    Three Falls walk-Lorne
    Leader: Ann Be
    This walk should be called Three falls and a canyon! If I was more poetic I could have written a song to the tune of “Three coins in a fountain” but as I’m not, there will be no song!
    We set off on this walk on Sunday 20th September after our adventurous walk the day before.  It starts from the Allenvale car park and then through an orchard in which we saw three kangaroos enjoying the early morning sun.  After this deceptively easy meander we climbed a very steep hill but after the climb we had great views of the surrounding hills. We walked through the forested area with the sun streaming through the foliage to Phantom Falls, about 15 metres high, where there was plenty of water coming over, after the recent rain.
    Then it was on to the Canyon which is entered by a fairly steep drop down but then you are in a wonderland of magnificent ferns, moss covered trees and rocks and towering mountain ash.  It is beautiful to walk through as the birds trill in the trees high above.
    After a slow incline back out of the canyon we took a detour to Henderson Falls. These falls are also lovely to see with ferns surrounding the pool at the bottom of the falls. We spent some time here before retracing our steps to the main track. After this we were climbing a bit more and moved into more of the drier sclerophyll  forest with lots of wattle just coming into flower, several different coloured heaths and other pretty wild flowers (sorry Paul B- I don’t know the names!).  We then made a slight detour to Won Wondah falls which were more a series of cascades but it was nice to see and hear the water running over them. After this we made our way back to where we had left the cars.
    Before we headed for home we drove back into Lorne and had some lunch.
    During the walk we saw a few koalas due to the expert spotting by Tim the Koala Spotter. We would have all walked on by but he managed to see them. Thanks Ann for a terrific weekend and lovely walks, not to mention beautiful weather to explore the area.
    Cheryl C

  • Mt Stirling Snow Shoe



    Walk report
    Mt Stirling Snow Shoe overnight
    August 14th/16th
    Leader: Beaver Bucknell

    August is a good time of year to go snowshoeing, the snow is established and Spring days are on the way, generally a good recipe for snow shoe conditions. Our weekend starts at Carter’s Mill Camp Ground Friday night about 1km from the Buller/Stirling toll gates. Our group of Hayden, Lorraine, Matthew, Michael, Richard & I rendevous here readying ourselves for the trek come the morning.
    Going up the mountain, consolidating cars is recommended as it cost $70 per vehicle to stay overnight on the Mountains and thus, share the fare seems fair.
    Now to the task at hand, once hiring of equipment at our start point at Telephone Box Junction is completed we set off, in our ‘normal’ boots for 2km to King Saddle Shelter. The snow is patchy up until here, which was a bit of a surprise as i thought there would be a better cover of snow at a lower elevation than when i was last here 2 years ago.
    With snowshoes now attached, the weather is fairly kind as we zig-zag up from King Saddle and the first views of nearby mountains are seen on our lefthand side. Arriving at ‘The Cricket Pitch’ for a break a quick game with a shovel used as a bat and trekking poles as stumps, Richard bowls to Beaver with the fresh new snowball, the ball has limited life and the bowler goes for the ‘new ball’ after each delivery. When Lorraine recieves a brute of a ball to the body, stumps are called and the group sets off to our camp at Kings Spur Hut.
    The afternoon entrails us to head up to Stirling’s summit, but as time goes on the clouds  start to build up from Buller, fortunately enough cloud-break allows for distant views over snow-capped Crosscut Saw towards Mt’s. Bogong, Feathertop Hotham and the heart of the Victorian Alps. It’s brilliant up here with a huge blanket of snow laying over the summit and tracks marking where skiers have gone before us, and a lone Snowgum that’s suffered significant effects of snowdrift. We head back to camp via Bluff Spur Hut with an hour or so of daylight up our sleeves to have a cuppa and a rest or build a snow wall around the tent. When the sun has set and we’ve had our fill, the fire-heated hut invites us all to keep warm and chat amongst ourselves while having a sip…. but tiredness creeps up like Winter’s Ghost sweeping across the mountain and we’re all ready to turn in somewhere between 7 & 8pm.
    Dawn breaks and a brief sunrise glow gleams towards my tent and i enjoy brekky under the vestibule looking eastward with mountain views….. and the dunny just to give a little perspective.
    Breaking camp at 8:30 to head back down the mountain via the scenic route sees us back at King Saddle and onward to Razorback Hut. From here Beaver takes us, what looks loike a track leading away from the hut through mud and slush, and a bit of a challenge for the modern snowshoe, but not for the much maligned Yowie’s that trample everything in their way. Fifty metres on, connection to the main track winds us back to Telephone Box Junction to complete a worthwhile snowjourn.
    Paul M

  • Churchill Island, Aug 23rd



    Walk report
    Churchill Island
    August 23rd
    Leader: Margaret Madge

    On Sun 23/8/15 Marg led a walk to Churchill Island which was once owned by her great, great grandfather. The road in is still named Samuel Amess Drive after him. The weather was fine and the sea was calm and flat enough to produce reflections of the clouds. Twenty walkers attended.
    We met at the chocolate factory just over the bridge on Phillip Island and walked through the Phillip Island Nature Park to the bridge to Churchill Island. Along the way there were wetlands and info boards about the birdlife and history of the area. We stopped regularly to photograph the nesting cape barren geese and read the boards. There are also swans, pelicans and over 50 other bird species using this wetland. It was called Wadjil garook Nangana [Wetland out look] by its original owners the Yalloc Bulluk clan of the Bunurong people. Churchill Island was called Moonar’mia. It is now maintained by Phillip Island Nature Parks and adjoins the Churchill Island Marine National Park. It’s only about 100 metres over the bridge to Churchill Island and before the bridge was built they used to drive cattle and sheep across the mud flat here at low tide.
    The southern end of the island has low scrub opening into grassy paddocks which are populated by highland cattle and black faced sheep some of which had lambs. There were yet more cape barren geese which also had goslings. Spring is nearly here. We continued up the track on the east side of the island to the information centre and cafe where we stopped for morning tea. The track continues in a loop around the northern end of the island which is more covered in trees. Along this part of the track we found ourselves commenting on how peaceful the island felt. We continued on toward the ancient Moonah trees. A very old species of Melaleuca or tea tree which can live for around three hundred years. Further along the track we were looking back across to Phillip Island as we came to a monument to the first Europeans to land here.
    “In 1801 James Grant had some of his convict crew fell some trees and build a blockhouse on Churchill Island. They cultivated a patch of soil and Grant planted seeds of wheat, corn, potatoes, peas, coffee berries, apples, peaches and nectarines given to him for the purpose of creating a garden “for the future benefit of our fellow men be they Countrymen, Europeans or natives” by John Churchill of Dawlish in Devon, England. This was the first European garden and crop of wheat grown in Victoria.” Wikipedia.
    Turning up a small hill we passed a couple of draught horses and the original historic homestead which has been restored and is open to the public. During school and public holidays there are farming activities on display include wagon rides, cow milking, sheep shearing, whip cracking, working dogs and sheep shearing. We left that for another day and continued back to the info centre for lunch. After lunch we returned to the west side of the island and followed the track past the paddocks back to the bridge having completed about a five or six k loop around the outside of the island.
    Back across the bridge and through the wetland to the chocolate factory for coffee and farewells. True to form this was the fourth possible coffee stop marg provided. Thank you marg for a great walk, relaxed interesting and educational and great company from all.
    Mark D

  • French Island


    (Lyndal pic)
    Walk report:
    French Island
    Sunday May 16th
    Leader: Lyndal

    A beautiful sunny autumn morning set the tone for a really enjoyable day out on French Island. Just fifteen minutes on the high speed substitute ferry and you enter another world.
    20 Peninsula bush walkers made the trip. We were met by islander Lois who was a walking encyclopaedia on all matters “French” from koalas to the most minute orchid. Her grandparents had settled on the island and Lois is currently the official French Island tour guide, although on the verge of retirement.
    What is different about French island? Unregistered cars on unsealed roads, no electricity or gas supply, an abundance of large koalas, chicory to drink and a community meeting to discuss the bandicoot population.
    Our walking plans were curtailed because the heavy rain had caused flooding on the first walk circuit. Lois managed this situation by dropping us off the bus, pointing us in a direction and then reappearing some way along. Back on the bus and off we went again!
    Lunch at the general store, powered by generator, solar and a wind turbine, gave us a relaxing break as the food was prepared from scratch and took time accordingly. Some of the early diners were taken up to a road with a number of koalas resting in the trees. We learnt to spot koala droppings under a tree and then look up to find the producer. The koalas are eating many young gum trees and are not everyone`s cuddly delight it would seem.
    After lunch we were taken to the beach walk which was most attractive and caused some bush walkers to comment “isn`t this gorgeous”. Just across the water the Phillip Island bridge and San Remo could be seen.
    At this stage of the day we acquired a new group leader: Jess, the kelpie cross. She led us along the beach and where human instincts said go up this grassy path to find Lois, Jess our leader continued along the beach, with 20 trusting walkers in tow. A cooee from Lois got us back on track.
    It was time for the moment some of us had been waiting for all day. The visit to Lois` ancient chicory museum and a scones, jam & cream tea. It was very delicious and interesting to view all the paraphernalia in the old shed. Geese, ducks, sheep and ponies were free-ranging and our dog friend Jess got a bit out of control.
    With not a moment to spare, Lois returned our group to the ferry as the boat prepared to cast off. We arrived back at the mainland thoroughly satisfied with a fabulous fun day in uncharted territory for many of our number.
    Lyndal deserves a great thank you for the organisation she put in to make the day so enjoyable and interesting! Philippa B

  • Main Ridge- Cape Schanck


    Walk Report:
    Main Ridge-Cape Schanck
    March 29th 2015
    Leader: Matt Freeman
    A small group of 5 walkers met at the Cape Schanck car park and then drove in 2 cars to the starting point at the corner of Browns Road and Hyslops Road Main Ridge. The walk followed the Two Bays Walking Track, which extends from Dromana to Cape Schanck via Arthurs Seat State Park, Rosebud South and the Mornington Peninsula National Park over a total distance of 26km. Our walk of 17.4km covered about two thirds of this distance.
    Starting off down the unsealed Hyslops Road to Limestone Road, we followed the track into Greens Bush, then along a short section of Greens Road, before passing two track junctions to Baldreys Crossing. The walk then became very scenic, with lots of ferns and other sub-tropical plants, plus boardwalks and bridges over a number of small creeks. There were quite a number of other walkers and joggers going both ways on the track. We stopped in a sheltered area for morning tea, after which we were startled by what appeared to be a Tiger Snake sunning himself on the track in front of us. Fortunately, he decided to crawl away into the grass after a few minutes!
    We crossed Boneo Road, where lots of cars were parked, and then stopped for lunch at one of the tables provided. The last 5km of the walk starts off quite easy up until the turnoff to Bushrangers Bay. We saw another snake on the track, plus a very tame echidna, who obligingly stayed still for photos, before rolling himself into ball. After the turnoff, there were quite a number of steep steps to climb, before the track levelled out for the last stretch to Cape Schanck. We arrived at the car park after a total time of 5 hours and 40 minutes for walking and stops. Everyone handled it very well, with no immediate signs of blisters or other aches and pains.
    After driving back to the start of the walk to pick up the cars, four of us went to the “Blue Mini” café, located at the Rosebud swimming pool, for coffee, relaxation and a chat. Thanks to Matt for organizing and leading this most enjoyable, but somewhat challenging walk.
    Ray V