So, our visit to Warrandyte (misspelt in the old post. Spell checker is much better now), was much the same, except the sat nav took us by a scenic route, but no longer timewise. I would have had to look at a map back in 2006, I think.
We parked the car at a riverside carpark in front of this shell. Once the home of Taffy Jones, it survived floods in 1934 when the water reached the second level but did not survive the Black Friday bushfires in 1939. Taffy was rebuilding when he suffered a fatal heart attack.
Something to eat and coffee among the trees at the riverside Warrandyte Bakery.
A stroll along the riverbank back to the car.
It was very peaceful.
Because of the different direction we came in from, R was a little confused and could not work out how to get to Pound Bend. Eventually I stopped the car and entered the info into the very complicated and non instinctive sat nav and Madame GPS got us there. The water flows out from the tunnel here.
I could never live up there surrounded by gum trees. You would really struggle if a bad fire came.
Pound Bend tunnel taken 29th April, 2018, three or four cameras later. Very disappointing.
There is something wrong with my camera. I am ditching about a quarter of the photos I take because they are out of focus. The rotary dial keeps slipping from one setting to another. The lens is marked. It is getting close to 10,000 photos. While it can do marvellous things that I have never investigated, it has become a problematic point and shoot camera. Diane, it can't even put a grid on my screen to get my photos level.
Our acquaintance at Beacon Cove chatted to us at the wake after our friend's funeral. Back when he had a Samsung 5 phone, I had a Samsung 6. I now have a Samsung 8 from Kogan, aka Dick Smith. It is good. I like it. He went one better and bought a Samsung 8 Edge. He asked me what struck me about my new phone? I tried to second guess him, but could only answer everything is better. He then said, the camera is just brilliant. Well, R with his Samsung 7, told me I should forget about the camera and use my phone. While I have never really investigated my phone camera, on the odd occasions I have taken photos with it, they were good. It would certainly be much easier than bothering with taking a camera.
The clincher seems to be that my phone copes better with hand shakes and trembling than my camera does. So, I am going to give it a go and learn about the phone camera. Mind its file naming and downloading of photos is not good. Perhaps there is an app???
I better tell you a bit about Pound Bend. The Yarra River from there winds it way around to get to Melbourne with a 175 km circuitous route to cover about 30 km by road. Pound Bend is a misshapen horseshoe in the river, as you can see here.
The 200 metre tunnel was constructed in 1870 between the two close parts of the river through the narrow land neck, leaving the water level lower in the horseshoe and so easier to mine for alluvial gold. It was all very much a failure. Even without much rain of late, the horseshoe bend and the tunnel both seem to flow.
My god, the traffic coming home in Hoddle Street. What a congested city Melbourne has become, turning our old easy Sunday drives into a miserable and overcrowded traffic choked experience. Too much Missy. Too many people.