The hills are alive…

Up to Mt Buffalo at the weekend, to enjoy the last weekend away for some months as the festival really starts to take a grip on all our lives. A sparkling weekend, and the Alps were looking fantastic though it was very sad to see the old chalet in such disrepair.

Spent the night in Myrtleford after a truly luxurious dinner in the award winning restaurant there – what a glorious treat! – and woke on Sunday to a typical Alpine sky. Sparkling, crispy and clear as a bell.  Mt Buffalo was crowned with snow, so we did long snowy walks around the national park. exulting in the views to the valleys below. There is a ramp at 1700 metres for hang gliders. It’s pretty confronting as it simply runs off the edge of the mountain into oblivion. Hopefully no hang glider has met their oblivion there!

Had a bit of a Great Gatsby moment in the tennis court up there, which has obviously been neglected for some time. Echoes of time past. Great fun skipping around the pristine snow.

We stopped off at Powers Lookout. where a lyrebird was in full throat trying to impress a female with his range of other bird calls, mobile phone tones and car alarms. I don’t know if she was impressed, but we certainly were!

Funny how there is always a dog barking in the valley below!

Helenka
Festival Manager