The laneway walls of Melbourne’s inner city are an ever changing canvas. If you re-visit Melbourne’s CBD in six months time, chances are the walls will hold new artwork. The tiny lanes can also hide hole-in-the-wall cafes, restaurants and shops. Who knows what you might find! But I guarantee you won’t be bored.
I have decided to run my first half marathon in the Hunter Valley wine region at the end of July. I mean how hard can it be? If my fitness levels won’t get me to the finish line then the promise of a bucket, er I mean glass, of wine surely will right? But now I find myself in Shanghai for a couple of weeks, it’s hot and sticky and the desire to conduct any type of training is virtually non existent. Some outside help is required.
Portuguese egg tarts may seem a long way from home in Shanghai, arriving here from Lisbon via Macau, but a small bakery chain called Lillian’s Cake Shop has embraced the concept and would surely challenge any baker anywhere in the world to make tarts this good.
If you ever thought that vegetables weren’t interesting enough to hold their own in a meal then you must have the tasting menu at the Lakehouse in Daylesford.
An hour and a half north west of Melbourne, the Lakehouse was established by Alla Wolf-Trasker and her husband Allen and has a philosophy of using fresh, locally produced and in-season produce. While this may be de rigeur these days, when the Wolf-Traskers set up the restaurant almost thirty years ago, it wasn’t even on the radar of diners and most people thought they were crazy.
Were you one of those kids that would rather sleep in then eat breakfast?
I was … then I discovered coffee.
Not long afterwards, I discovered that several coffees went very well with a long lazy breakfast.
Then I started travelling, and discovered that long lazy breakfasts matched with several coffees were even better when you had no set plans for the day; sitting back and enjoying the view or eating your breakfast over a local map or travel guide – maybe move on to something else, maybe order another coffee. Read more
It’s dark at 5.00 am.
Staggering around in the dark looking for my clothes, I’m trying desperately to remember why in the hell I’m up. Coffee in hand, out the door. Short drive to Short Point Bluff.
As black gives way to grey, the air cools. Then out of nowhere, a humpback whale breaches the still waters off Short Point Beach. As the enormous splash gets sucked back up by the ocean I remember this is why I got out of bed … the sunrise and the whales. Read more
We’re heading to Merimbula on the NSW south coast in my little 14-year-old Hyundai Excel. The air conditioning gave up the ghost a while ago, the radio died more recently and the chassis is developing some quite disturbing squeaks and rattles but I’m quietly confident the car will make it. Whether we will survive without cool air or radio to distract us is entirely another matter.
Daylesford is only an hour from Melbourne; a town famous for its mineral springs, its local produce, its creativity and its relaxed luxury. It’s a bit quirky, quite arty and I don’t know any other place quite like it. Tourists have been coming to Daylesford since the 1880s, at first for the mineral springs but now there is so much more. I’ve always liked it and I’ve been visiting ever since I moved to Melbourne over ten years ago. If you wanted to sample everything in Daylesford and its surrounds, I think it would take you the better part of a year – full time. It’s the perfect place for an anniversary weekend and I want to tell you about a perfect anniversary weekend that was organised for me.