BurbleChaz

Waking up to more howling gales, we decided to go to Marysville anyway. At some point, optimism must triumph. We left the house early, and by noon were beyond the Eastern Freeway, heading for Lilydale - a place far prettier in name than substance.

Past Healesville, the road started to climb.. And climb more. I stopped making glib comments, and wondered just how much it would hurt to climb this on my bike. At about 700m above sea level, the dark grey clouds touched the ground. Fog, mist and drizzle. Excellent planning from the Senior Navigator led us to Steavenson's falls.

It was about 20C and drizzling when we left the car. A couple of minutes later, the temperature dropped five degrees and the rain started. It was the first real rain we've seen in months. Great, plashing lumps of liquid water smashing on my bare head. I'd lent my hat to those in greater need. The waterfall is beautiful. The stream follows several paths down a sheer wall of moss-covered rock. I was a little more focussed on the water falling on my head than the waterfalls, so others took the pictures.

The drive back was lovely, long and twisty. If you enter a corner a few kph too fast, you get to experience plummeting death. I stuck to the speed limit.

The pictures are over there. Go and have a look.