An early morning desire to drive found me in Warburton at half past eight.
With nothing open and no one around, the river called.
I was delighted to find a trail that followed the Yarra up one length, across a bridge, then down the other side. An hour later and I was back at the car, stomach growling.
A leisurely breakfast and a craving for bean satisfied, and it was time to come home.
But not before a stop in at the famous tea shop!
You like my booty?
Now to watch Episode Three of Star Wars (for the gazillionth time) and find out exactly how banana tea tastes. Milk you think - or no?