Because I'm clearly a few kangaroos short in the top paddock, I braved the cold for a jaunt out to Trentham Falls - the longest single drop waterfall in Victoria. It’s an easy walk from the car park to the viewing platforms, and getting to the base of the falls isn’t difficult. I was fairly certain I wasn’t going to pass out from the shock of actual exercise. Always a chance of hypothermia though.
The place was almost deserted. Smart people stay near heating. There was a light misty rain falling on and off which of course got all over my lens (as did the waterfall's spray). So much cleaning! Just as I got my gear set up into position on the very narrow and muddy track, a horde of tourists descended from nowhere and I had to move everything to let them pass through.
Where had they come from? How had they crept up behind me so quietly, without me noticing? Obviously the cold was affecting my hearing.
I continued photographing after they moved on towards the waterfall and was in equal parts alarmed and delighted when one dickhead clambered over a bunch of rocks and stuff to actually get behind the waterfall. Perhaps he thought he wouldn't get wet. He did.
I decided to pop up to Mount Macedon on the way back from the falls and found myself completely alone there too. Perhaps I was the only person mad enough to be out on such a cold day. The mountain was shrouded in cloud which was a bit creepy but quite atmospheric. There was an eerie quiet about the place. There was no bird song and no other people - even the resident peacock that always seems to be there was nowhere to be found.