Took a run over to Daylesford via Carlesruhe and Tylden. Dropped in to the lake for a Coke, then came home via the memorial to the lost boys:
In 1867, the three boys wandered off into the bush to play and never came home. Searches went on for weeks. Three months later, a dog brought a bone out of the forest. The boys were found huddled together in a tree hollow. The bush here, a lot of it cleared now, is very thick, and cold in winter. (It was 28C in Daylesford but 22C in the forest on the way home). Many parts of Australia have similar stories.
Home via Trentham and the Pig and Whistle pub.