Irish music in the Dandenongs..

After an exhausting week for the both of us last week (Clare nursing, me in my pinny house-husbanding), we decided to take a little train trip with our mate Kev (not the one we met in Fiji, but another one, this one's a Black Belt in Karate from near Preston) to Belgrave, in the foothills of the Dandenong Range, about 35kms out of Melbourne.

After a bit of a kerfuffle of a journey (darned engineering works meant part of our journey was in a very hot and uncomfortable bus) we got to Belgrave. It's a lovely little place, well known around these parts for its' 'Puffing Billy' steam train which goes out into the mountains, in a similar manner to the Llanfair light railway back home, if that makes any sense to you.

Unfortunately, we got to Belgrave too late to catch billy, so had to console ourselves with a trip to the local pub for lunch. Clare, amazingly, did not go for the snags n' mash, but the lasagne instead. Kev had the snags, and they did look great to be fair. Here's the two of them after a mighty feed:

Now, for those of you that know Clare, you can imagine her delight when, during lunch, an Irish band starting performing a few songs for our entertainment. As you can imagine, she pretty much knew most of the songs they sang off by heart, bless her!

Anyway, after they had finished, I took the guys for a brisk bushwalk out into the surrounding hills. We took a break at the top of a steep hill to admire the scenery:

Anyways, that was all very nice but unfortunately it was back to work today (for Clare) and back to jobhunting/house-husbanding for me. I'd better get back home now and get the tea on.

-Si