The sun was shinin’ here in central Vic with showers forecast. So we set off for Ruffy and lunch at Yarck. The sky was dark over the Strathbogies as we passed Tallarook.
But fearlessly we turned at Ghin Ghin for Highlands – the rain started and the temperature dropped. The rain made the road greasy – not heavy enough to wash off the leaf litter – so we took it easy. By Ruffy the Chief was feeling a bit crook with the cold and had trouble getting off her Duke. After a quick walk, we set off for Yarck.
“Farck!” is what I thought I heard from behind me as we approached that “terrible descent” – in the wet – feeling crook – on an unknown road. But second gear and some judicious use of the back brake saw us through and onto the valley floor for a nice run into Yarck.
A pie, chips and a cup-of-chino at the (warm) Yarck General Store brought some life back into the Bride. We sped off, in rain, to Yea where the promise of a patch of blue encouraged us.
Yep, dry and “FAB, Scott” all the way home!