Harvest Picnic at Hanging Rock ...

Hanging Rock

Sunday morning dawned grey, chilly and rainy, but that didn't stop us from piling into a hired people mover and making our way to the Harvest Picnic at Hanging Rock to celebrate my 30th.  We drove with the plan that if it was too wet, we'd go to a country pub for lunch.  Amazingly, just as we pulled off the road to Hanging Rock, the rain and mist cleared, leaving us with lovely, dry weather for the day.  We spent the whole day at the picnic, eating, drinking and chatting before finishing the day off with a hike up the rock, amidst many calls of 'Miranda ... Miranda ... where are you, Miranda?!'  When we returned back to our picnic rug, we discovered that we were the only visitors left at the grounds ... not bad for what we thought would be a day of rain and lunching inside!

Ah, my lovely family (we missed you, Dad!)

And more family ... my uncle, aunt and cousin, Pip

Friends ... Libby and Kate

...  Dom

... Steve and Rach

... Rach, Fi and Al

Under the 'Hanging Rock'

Spot the koala

Cloud and mist around Hanging Rock

Spot the black wallaby

6 cars left ... 4 of them belonging to our group.

The people and the people mover