... and of course, I had to have a "Picnic at Hanging Rock" - this being one of the first films I saw with my wife, Sarah.

In the visitors centre I bought some more water, and then I sat down outside
to eat my lunch - my own picnic at Hanging Rock.

Back on the bike, I thought about cycling to Mt Macedon, but I have to admit, I gave up. The bag over my shoulder was uncomfortably sweaty, the Sun was overhead, the road was getting steeper and steeper. So I got not quite halfway and turned right instead of left, back towards Woodend.

It felt so good to be free-wheeling downhill, in the cooling breeze, and it was a very long ride, thank goodness it was downhill! I enjoyed that! It was a shame to miss the mountain, I'll just have to come back again - a bit fitter! There's a monument there, which is a huge illuminated cross, to commemorate the men lost in WW1, which is supposed to be visible from Melbourne, 50 miles away.

Back in Woodend, I found a second-hand book shop, and bought a copy of Picnic at Hanging Rock! I thought I ought to read it again! Sometimes parties of American women go in, and ask for a copy each!

I had an hour to kill before the train back, so I went back to the same baker, and had a coffee and the biggest deliciousest Danish ever - blueberry in the middle, and apple around the outside. Yummie!