De Campo and I went to Bright for four days after Christmas. Bright is three and a half hours by car. These photos are from that trip.
Pit stop in Glenrowan to extend a few vertebrates (old mosh pit injury) and to eat some average tucker. Got our photo taken with Ned Kelly, outlaw who only stole from the banks. Where are our heros now, dare I say?
We slept on that.
We balconied and bbq'ed on that thing there.
Vicky, the masseuse at Bright Massage, applied her elbows firmly into my gluts and drew us a map to a swimming hole far off the beaten track that was every bit the idyllic picture of youthful innocence that is the final scene of Bergman’s Wild Strawberries. Thanks to Vicky I can get out of a chair now with considerable more ease.
Blissed out set-menu at Boynton’s. Champers to begin.
This mustard pickle butter number was fricking tops.
I had ocean trout with their sav blanc and it bleeping ruled.
De campers went for the pork belly and apparently regretted it a little afterwards. “No you don't,” I said. “YES, I do,” she answered.
Duck salad and the merlot for moi.
De Campi took to the whole snapper like a frenzied sea devil.
Cannanes will play here and it will be awesome we decided (Wandi Pub, Wandilogong)