Ballarat Has Motel Biscuits
Melbourne could have been a graveyard as we drove out on Friday morning. What with New Years Day yesterday and Saturday tomorrow, anyone who could (and probably lots who really couldn't) took the day off and went anywhere else but Melbourne. I saw not a soul when I walked the dog on a crisp morning that didn't feel like summer. Having walked, the dog quickly realised that something was up and retired to her sad place to sulk as we cleaned and tidied and packed our bags. She turned her back on me when I tried to say goodbye with a traitorous treat. BD had no such qualms, embracing the chance of one last lunch on Mum and Dad's dime and expressing regret at the fact that we were taking our transportation with us and she would, once again, be reduced to shank's pony to carry her groceries back from Woolworths. I'm sure she'll miss our company too. Her cat declined to say goodbye We drove to Ballarat, escaping the suburban sprawl and driving through paddoc...