Yarra Valley

PH and I had never been to Yarra Valley before so Tuesday appeared to be a time as good as any other to set out. He navigated (and spent the entire time calling me a bloody Asian driver) whilst I drove bloody Asian-ly.

Of course, in return I made orgasm noises everytime we passed any livestock.

We stopped at the Lilydale Lake. It was an idyllic day. There was some sort of fat camp going on, with kids sprinting around the place.

Okay, the whole Yarra Valley was incredibly scenic. I have no idea where this one came from, actually.

This lovely set up was at the Wild Cattle Creek Ranch, with its charming bull/ buffalo insignia on all the gates and grills. Sadly, it's only open Wednesdays - Sundays, as were a few other wineries we visited.

The lovely man at Whispering Hills performed our tasting. This was my first, so thankfully PH's geniality eased my anxiety. I deem the whole wine and cheese thing a little too pretentious for my taste but still, I didn't want to appear like an idiot. The sparkling appealed to my naive tastebuds. PH got the Chardonnay, since the Cabernet Sauvignon was unavailable. We also tried a variety of cheeses. KG has a thing for blue cheese, which quite frankly, freaks me out. I nibbled on this French one which came with the rind attached. It was rather strange, chewing on the crispy mold. Didn't fancy the goat cheese, but the last Italian one had a lovely nutty flavour.

We finally arrived at Warburton. It was a lot tinier than expected and fairly typical of little Victorian tourist towns.

Mallards

The Wild Thyme Cafe had received a thumbs up but was closed. We settled at Three Sugars for pie. This one was alright and definitely beat the stuff served at Pie in the Sky hands down. Though nothing will ever replace the steak and mushies from Rock n Roll Bakery in Greenslopes. ♥