We spent the weekend at Buninyong, a place I would have described as a small township outside of Ballarat but which L informs me is a suburb of Ballarat so I stand corrected, (yet again), with friends on their 17 acres of farmlet.

I took the camera along planning to bounce, or maybe crawl depending on the amount of Merlot consumed with dinner, out of bed and go a-wandering to take happy snaps of an area that is green and fertile and therefore of interest to me, surrounded as I am by spiniflex, succulents and scrubby bush.

Alas when we rose the Lady of the house was ill with what she was hoping was indigestion rather than something less curable. Now while I felt fine when horizontal, admiring the view through the bedroom window