Halfway, we had some car trouble. One of the car's wheel got stuck in a pile of debris and had trouble reversing. So, we had to get out of the car, which was halted in the middle of a down way slope. Meanwhile, a middle-aged lady living nearby was peeping her head outside to see what the ruckus was all about.
One of our pit-stops - where we could feed the birds - the cockatoos and the parrots. The cockatoos were an aggressive bunch, and one of us got bitten. Here, you can see a cockatoo happily munching on food.
This is the part where supposedly you can see the whole of Melbourne from where you are standing.
Just your typical English Garden - flowing gushes of little streams of rivers, green shrubbery, flowers (some in their full bloom, others in a withering state), bridges, benches, old and young people.
The girls - on one of the benches in The English Garden
The guys - on The Giant's Chair.
Apparently, there is a legend (to trick small kids) that whenever the monster who lived in the Stone Age got tired, he would traipse his way to The Giant's Chair where he laid to rest.
Miss Marple's Tea Room, a cute cottage outside flanked by acres and acres of creeping greenery, inside is like straight out of a movie set - replete with teapots, cackling firewood, photos of Miss Marples (a movie character), and waitresses decked out in cute, tablecloth-inspired dresses and aprons.
We had British-style breakfast of Scottish origin - freshly-baked Devonshire scones, complete with a heavenly combination of soft vanilla cream and jam.
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