Ok, so it isn't Christ the Redeemer looking over Rio, but it is quite impressive. We are nearly 1000 metres above sea level and it is noticeably cooler than down on the southern plains.
The rhododendrons were at their peak and looked wonderful.
The 21 metre tall cross is a memorial to those who died in the Great War and WWII. The last lines on this old plaque say, "Death cannot rob them of their glory, nor time efface the memory of their gallant deeds". I think it should say, "Thanks English Army Commanders, for sending our Australian lads to a futile but certain death".
The white area in the far distance is Melbourne, about one hour's drive away.
The cross was privately built in 1935 but the surfaces deteriorated significantly over the subsequent decades. After a few lightening strikes and the 1983 fire, it was damaged beyond redemption. In 1995 it was rebuilt with funds generously donated by property developers the Grollo brothers. That is what philanthropy should be about, not providing services for sick kiddies that should be funded from taxes.
A couple and their pooch depart the cross along what could nearly be described as a rhododendron walk. Good, they kept getting in the way of my lens.
Mount Macedon was very severely affected by the 1983 bush fires. There is evidence of more recent fires here, which was probably protective burning by authorities to reduce fire fuel loads. Along with the cross being burnt in 1983, the public gardens were also ruined.
It is a short walk back to the carpark. There is a dining venue adjacent to the carpark and can be seen in the left of this photo. Oh dear, the reviews aren't good.
Poking up through the trees is what I would guess to be some Telstra infrastructure.
R, please take some photos from the car as we drive back down to the township of Macedon from Mount Macedon. He did.
Mount Macedon township was established by the rich and elite in the 1800s. It was a much more pleasant place to endure the summer months of heat, wind and dust.
The 1983 fire did not show any respect to the rich and and elite, with many grand century old homes destroyed and even more English style gardens and rare plant specimens engulfed in the raging fires.
We could almost be in a well tended English village.
The township of Macedon, not Mount Macedon, is pretty ordinary. The local bakery was ok, but oh the coffee. It was vile. I'd rather drink Pablo instant caterers' blend.