We drove fast within speed limit, but slowed to take in the sights. The pastoral scenes are so beautiful. I can't even fathom how I could own a property of so many acres and the idea of maintenance feels tiring already. It's really a different sort of lifestyle. People don't lock their doors here very much. I don't get it totally. But I can understand why people fall in love with Australia so easily, pack up and move here in a heartbeat.
We hopped into Port Campbell for a quick lunch and practically ran out because we were looking forward to the afternoon's programme and wanted to start it as soon as possible. We went to the Timboon Railway Shed Distillery! Eh, it's not just alcohol okay. It offers a rail trail. We didn't do the full 34km. But we did a good 5 to 8 km walk past the Curdie River Trestle Bridge. Hehehehehheheheeh. It's a definite motivation because there's whisky and nibbles waiting for us at the end of the walk.
I was giggling like a little child. WHISKY! FINALLY! Do you have any idea of how much I miss it? Even though there's a bottle of Dalwhinnie 15 y.o in the room, I hunger for a sip of other flavors. In a single cask, the Timboon single malt is a 3y.o. It's rather sweet, and easy on the palate. In a hotter climate, a 3y.o tastes remarkably older than its Scottish cousins would. This one is young, malty and cereal-like, extremely ideal on a sunny afternoon.
Poor man had to drive, so he could only sample a dram and no more. I went on and on, but not overboard! We considered buying a bottle home, but didn't do so. It's interesting enough here, but not layered enough to warrant my love. It's a good pit-stop before we head back to the city.