Mazes, stomping and apples.
Red Hill mini-holiday! Following Oprah Winfrey, my favourite things for the season are:
1. mazes
2. stomping
3. apples
First stop was the Ashcombe maze, a hedge maze over 3 metres high. I liked it in the maze and decided I should live there, where no one would bother me. Eventually Jason coaxed me out.
The next day we did a long walk from Red Hill to Merricks, on the old Red Hill railway trail. It was a beautiful day, plenty of dappled sunshine and soft pine needles underfoot. I did some good stomping on dry leaves. We saw some bulls, plenty of cows and horses, and rolling hills. Each time a pair of riders approached us on the trail, I would say to Jason, "They must be bringing us an important message!" But the only message was, 'Chilly out, isn't it?' Chilly out indeed.
At Merricks we ate lunch at their general store. For a general store it is extremely fancy. In fact, this was a recurring theme - every time we tried to get a simple meal, we ended up at a two-hatted fancy restaurant. That said, there were a lot of delicious apple products on the Mornington Peninsula. I ate caramelized apple on my porridge, Red Hill apple cider, apple sauce with roast pork and apple pie.
At the Merricks General store there were a very handsome father and son sitting across from us. The younger man had a James-Franco-esqe smile, whilst the older man had a ridiculously thick black moustache, and a shock of grey messy hair. Quite a charming pair. In contrast, the table next to us at dinner were screeching women who talked loudly about their parking and speeding fines, collected in Barker's road Kew and Middle Park. "I said to the officer, "I'm driving a Landrover. Does it look like a $262 fine is going to be a problem?!"
On our final day we went to Point Leo and Arthurs seat. More stomping. There was supposed to be another maze in Arthurs seat, but we couldn't find it. (Or perhaps we did.) Then our final round of delicious apple products at Johnny Ripe, a 'farm gate' store specialising in pies and preserves. The sign out the front said, 'Welcome Baked Goods'. A sentiment I share, and a fine end to our mini-holiday.
1. mazes
2. stomping
3. apples
First stop was the Ashcombe maze, a hedge maze over 3 metres high. I liked it in the maze and decided I should live there, where no one would bother me. Eventually Jason coaxed me out.
The next day we did a long walk from Red Hill to Merricks, on the old Red Hill railway trail. It was a beautiful day, plenty of dappled sunshine and soft pine needles underfoot. I did some good stomping on dry leaves. We saw some bulls, plenty of cows and horses, and rolling hills. Each time a pair of riders approached us on the trail, I would say to Jason, "They must be bringing us an important message!" But the only message was, 'Chilly out, isn't it?' Chilly out indeed.
At Merricks we ate lunch at their general store. For a general store it is extremely fancy. In fact, this was a recurring theme - every time we tried to get a simple meal, we ended up at a two-hatted fancy restaurant. That said, there were a lot of delicious apple products on the Mornington Peninsula. I ate caramelized apple on my porridge, Red Hill apple cider, apple sauce with roast pork and apple pie.
At the Merricks General store there were a very handsome father and son sitting across from us. The younger man had a James-Franco-esqe smile, whilst the older man had a ridiculously thick black moustache, and a shock of grey messy hair. Quite a charming pair. In contrast, the table next to us at dinner were screeching women who talked loudly about their parking and speeding fines, collected in Barker's road Kew and Middle Park. "I said to the officer, "I'm driving a Landrover. Does it look like a $262 fine is going to be a problem?!"
On our final day we went to Point Leo and Arthurs seat. More stomping. There was supposed to be another maze in Arthurs seat, but we couldn't find it. (Or perhaps we did.) Then our final round of delicious apple products at Johnny Ripe, a 'farm gate' store specialising in pies and preserves. The sign out the front said, 'Welcome Baked Goods'. A sentiment I share, and a fine end to our mini-holiday.
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