A few weeks ago, I escaped the house and headed out into the Yarra Valley. Warburton is a village sitting in a nook surrounded by dark mountains with the Yarra River gushing through. For some reason I’d never been there. What a delightful surprise.
We were in a small breathing space between lockdowns, so plenty of people were taking the opportunity to also escape their houses, though you had to buy your pie from the bakery through a hole in the wall, rather than going in. And you had to walk on the correct ‘in’ and ‘out’ arrows. I don’t know what would happen if you walked out on an ‘in’ arrow or in on an ‘out’ arrow. I might try it. I digress.
The river begins its journey on the southern slopes of the Great Dividing Range, travelling through the forested valleys and quaint regional towns of the Yarra Ranges to Melbourne, entering Port Phillip Bay at Hobson’s Bay. I wandered along it for ages, relaxing and breathing in the pure air.
Believe it or not, this is the golf course. Pretty challenging by the look of it, not that I know anything about golf but aren’t they usually flat?
Cottages climb the hills around the town. While getting some pretty good exercise up there, I met a man in his very quirky back yard.
He grew up in Noojee, a logging town in West Gippsland, not far from Neerim North, where I often stayed with a school friend’s family. We used to go to mass in Noojee. I remember it because of my car sickness winding round the hills. He ended up living in Warragul where I went to high school and we had a lovely time exchanging memories of those days.
Warburton is a very pretty spot, with plenty of cafes to refuel in between walks. Only an hour from the city, it’s an easy day trip, and a lovely place to unwind and get away from it all.