I just have to say that once in a while a truly magical experience makes you fall in love with your own country again. Except, I'm no patriot. In fact, I couldn't contribute one under-the-breath OY! to an AUSSIE! AUSSIE! AUSSIE!
But I diverge.
It's good to get off the track when you're round the back of a seaside resort town on the Great Ocean Road in Victoria, and you strike this art park amongst the gum trees, haunting sculptures scary in the winter morning light, bellbirds calling in an apocalyptic moment of perfect acoustics and the light's on in the bush cafe.
And you can drink the local wine.
And look at the paintings.
Order a snack.
Stay in a treehouse.