Yes you read that right. I’m spending a couple of weeks on a Victorian farm. Victoria referring to the state and not a replica of the era so if you’re here for that you’re about the be disappointed. There are no period costumes here right now (come back in a couple of weeks for Ballarat?) In an attempt to experience more of the “real Australia” whatever that really is I’m spending a couple of weeks on a farm in the middle of nowhere WWOOFing.
Getting out of bed at 6am ranks pretty high on my list of least favourite activities but that’s what I’m doing on Thursday morning because I’m off on a tour of the beautiful Mornington Peninsula – hooray! Hold on, is that rain I hear? Oh yes on what has otherwise been a beautiful week – perhaps even a little too beautiful for my taste – the one day that I wake up and it’s raining is this day. Mornington Peninsula day. I decide to comfort myself with my knowledge of the changeable weather in Melbourne at this point but, just in case, I do grab a jumper and umbrella on my way out of the door, which turns out to be the best impulse decision I’ve made in a long time.
Last week I was lucky enough to spend a beautiful day exploring the Grampians National Park with Go West Tours. The Grampians is home to many of the state’s species of wildlife and flora and has earned itself the title “Victoria’s Garden” but such a description does nothing convey the sheer vastness and majesty of the area.
On a Tuesday morning a few weeks back I got up at what I would term a ridiculous hour to catch a coach to the place that gave the world Chris Hemsworth (thanks again Australia). What I found there was a picturesque wildlife haven that was well worth getting up at 5am for.