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Head to the HillsSummer magic in the MountainsI said beach. He said mountains. I wanted summer in the sand, sea and saltcrust of my childhood, lobster-red on a boogie board, scooting through the surf like a seven-year-old. He wanted the languid river, spreading shady eucalypts, dusky mountain haze.
We negotiated. He won. Not only did I lose, I was converted. Now, as heat seeps into the city and the hoards flock to the beach, we gratefully head for the hills of north-east Victoria for what seems a richer holiday - restorative and simple.
Fresh trout from Harrietville. Luscious ripe berries from Eurobin, nestled beneath Mt Buffalo. Specialty cheese from Milawa and wonderful wine – perfect for sipping under the Milky Way on warm evenings – from just about everywhere in these fertile, productive hills. And, if even the picnic proves too labour intensive, some of Victoria’s best restaurants call the north-east home. Wineries offer outdoor tables, sun umbrellas and icy whites, with many providing music to make the lazy afternoon complete. There are weekend markets, movies and gentle local attractions from old ware stores to alpaca farms. For something a little more exciting, try a microlight flight or tandem parachute jump, catching the dizzying thermals that swirl around sentinel Mount Buffalo.
As the sun sets orange while the Buckland River gently trickles through our toes, he asks me if I miss the beach. Of course, I say I do. But I don’t. Michelle Finck |
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