the weekend jaunts continue......

this weekend it was a day trip to Hanging Rock......

the place of  'Picnic at Hanging Rock' fame......

there was an air of mystery about the place even

though the story is just that.....

a story.....

a very mysterious piece of fiction.....

however, I could see how people might

have got lost in this place with all its little

crevices, nooks and crannies.....

infact, on the way down from the summit

we completely lost the path and had to

wend our way around and about for a bit

before we got to somewhere we recognised

and could continue our descent of the rock.....

so here's a quick tour - without all the leg ache.....

the children standing under the hanging rock itself.....

Isaac was a little cautious of standing under it

for too long, believing that it might, at any moment,

come tumbling down on top of him.....

he always has been my cautious child.......

here are some of those crevices.....

nooks.....

and crannies I mentioned......

we made sure to take a couple of little 

rests on the way up.......

{it was quite a steep climb and my little

heart and very out-of-condition

leg muscles demanded to be allowed

the break......

and there were views to admire so

it would have been wrong just to keep

marching upwards when one could just stand and

enjoy the landscape for a few moments........}

and once we arrived at the top we had to

have our own picnic at Hanging Rock......

whilst enjoying the rather spectacular view

from the summit......

after our picnic, Evie got her paint pallet and

visual art diary out and decided the

landscape needed to be 'captured'

before we attempted our descent.....

we all made it home safe and sound.....

no watches stopping at 12 noon.....

and certainly no memory loss

{well, no worse than usual I should say}.....