Rolling hills, green as far as the eye can see with promise of Spring right around the corner.
A long road winding ahead of you, sunroof open, music blaring and the wind whipping your hair around your face.
Glimpses of sparkling blue water that makes your heart soar and leap, because, yes, you’re getting out of the city.
This weekend past was good, we played in the sun, went for long walks and celebrated – but last weekend.
Well, it was exactly what I needed.
Have you ever taken a weekday off to take a holiday? How freaking awesome is it??!
There’s something about being up and about during the day when you would normally be at work and seeing the world around you. It seriously is like a different world and all these people – which just so happen to be young mothers, the elderly and tradies are EVERYWHERE.
I feel like I’m intruding just a little into their life of lattes, shop-browsing and neon-vest wearing.
After a somewhat leisurely sleep-in (the boy doesn’t know how to sleep in even if his life depended on it. SO annoying!!), we headed off to a local cafe for breakfast.
I decided to indulge a little, since it was going to be a weekend of indulgence of sorts with a breakfast of gluten-free strawberry pancakes and real maple syrup and cream. I have this tendency to veer towards trying something new on the menu – usually the sweet breakfasts when eating out while Evs is happy with standard bacon and eggs.
Every. Single. Time.
(Story of our relationship really :P)
We headed off soon after breakfast after saying a teary goodbye to the doggies (My little brother was looking after them for the night).
It was still the tail-end of Winter and we’d be stepping into Spring while we were there, but Melbourne didn’t want to let go. I was rugged up and while it looks like I wore the same outfit both days, believe me when I say I did change. I may not have been winning any fashion awards, but I was WARM.
It was an insanely freeing feeling to just be the passenger in the car. Not knowing where we were going, when we were going to get there, what the plan was. My inner Type A was shushed repeatedly as I enjoyed just…being.
We pulled into a wonderful B&B resort type place called Lindenderry which Evs had been to before for a friend’s going away. It was set on 30 acres of beautiful grounds with a river that ran through past the building.
We didn’t stay long and headed into Red Hill to explore. We found ourselves nearby at Green Olive which stole our hearts and stomach with the scenic olive trees, vineyards and the amazing food that was made fresh from the garden.
We had the spicy sweet potato soup with crusty bread which came in two cute little cups. Seriously amazing.
Evs ordered the lamb sausage which came with two relishes – one tangy tomato relish and a sweet beetroot relish. Both were so, so good. (I tried not to think of where it came from given that it came from their own produce and focus on its deliciousness – as you will see later – it was a little hard)
I ordered the olive tapenade and mixed marinated olives which came with more crusty bread (I was addicted to this stuff!) and trust me when I say it was all gone.
After lunch we went for a short stroll in the gardens and marvelled at the gardens from where we had just eaten our lunch. While we were strolling, we heard a plaintive bleating and came across a tiny little injured lamb that had been isolated as the other lambs had been picking on it. It was so pathetically cute that I felt so bad for eating the sausage earlier.
(I don’t look like I’m feeling bad there do I? Blame the deliciousness of that sausage)
I unfortunately don’t have much photos of the rest of the afternoon (on Evs’ camera and Im too lazy to get them now) but there was more strolling, an afternoon nap followed by a complimentary scones and tea. Dinner was at a laidback bush pub type of place where we sat by the fire and ate pizza.
The next morning was spent exploring the famous Red Hill Community Market where we armed ourselves with some local coffee and wandered through the stalls of crafts and local produce. I also managed to snag myself a freshly made hot jam doughnut ball which was the perfect mixture of cinammony and doughy. So good.
After, we headed to Dromana nearby, walking along the beachside and wandering into the quaint antique and thrift shops.
We had lunch at Dee’s Kitchen – coffee and a ooey gooey chocolate brownie for Evs and some warm pita and hummus for me.
The sun came out just as we were leaving, ending the perfect weekend. We anxiously went home to Dex and Toby (such fur-parents!) and spent the rest of the day on the deck in the sunshine.
It was the perfect getaway – time spent with Evs to really relax and not think about work or family and just really spend some time on us. We loved Red Hill and wished we could have stayed longer and ventured down to Flinders and further along the coast.
Next time hey?
What’s your idea of a perfect weekend?