When we got there we did a bit of a debate about walking up to the memorial cross as it was late in the afternoon and only six degrees, but we figured after driving here we may as well.
As we got to the end of the walking trail, Brian and boys ran ahead up to the cross and I stood on top of the little hill looking down at this..
Then there was the view from there:
And lastly the pic that really brought back the childhood memories:
Yes I know it's just the sun through the trees in the bush, but when I looked at it I saw it through a little girls eyes. That same little girl who used to spend school holidays at her Grandparents house in Macedon. That same little tomboy who would almost squeal with delight at the prospect at walking into town with her Poppy - walking through the bush path, listening to all the birds and looking around at the sun streaming through the trees. I'd honestly forgotten about those walks my Poppy and I used to take. I really hope in my heart that he remembers too.EDITED TO ADD: I don't know what is up with the photos. They are as clear as day in photobucket, but for some stupid reason have come out all pixilated here.