We arrived in Daylesford on a dark and gloomy afternoon after driving for a couple of hours in the pouring rain in our bright red hire car which kept taking wrong turns. Finally Daylesford found us, tired and hungry. It fed us a late lunch of warm warm roasted veges and lamb pie w/peas by the fire at cosy Cliffy's and sent us to the house that had been waiting for us with a fat slice of syrupy lemon yoghurt cake to enjoy with a cup of tea.
3 comments:
That was a very poetic and beautiful post. The place looks lovely!
Now I'm hungry, and desperate for a Daylesford visit... The house looks devine, as of course it would!
Don't you detest those hopeless hire cars? They always go the wrong way....
:) Flick
I am SOOOO jealous! I've been looking for an excuse to stay at the Whitehouse since I moved to Melbourne. :)
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