March 2013. Daylesford, Victoria.
This was my slightly out of character Facebook post after a weekend in the popular country town of Daylesford, Victoria. In my defence, I defy the toughest, meanest, most unromantic and insensitive alpha male in the world not to turn into a big softy after a few days of relaxation here. And I am none of the above, so a meltdown was always on the cards.
Having said all that, I am sure that many day trippers are left wondering what all the fuss is about. It isn't as quaint as Olinda in the Yarra Valley, or as picturesque as Halls Gap in the Grampians. It has a single faceless high street, a dodgy looking public house, a few cafes, a couple of random looking gift shops and a parking problem. Hang around for a little longer though, and it all starts to come together.
You will be left transformed by an indulgence at a luxury spa, a casual stroll through the stylish and atmospheric art rooms of the Convent Gallery, and a sample of the mouth watering dishes in the local cafes. Climbing the small peak of Wombat Hill, or rambling round Lake Daylesford for an hour adds in that breath of fresh country air you had forgotten felt so good.
It doesn't last forever I might add. Alison expected normal service to resume as soon as we hit the M80 back to the city. Oh well, back to the drawing board.
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