Lilydale to Warburton Rail Trail

What did you do on your Easter long weekend? We got on our bikes and rode....

The Lilydale to Warburton Rail Trail was our destination, so we packed our life into two pannier bags and caught the train to Lilydale.

Behold - the beginning of the trail!


No rail trail ride is complete without Sammy the cheetah, who by all reports quite enjoyed the feel of wind in his whiskers. I, meanwhile, revelled in the autumnal glory...



...and wondered if we should stop here for lunch. Wouldn't you?



Instead we rode on to the Carriage Cafe in Seville, and ate in a old school rail carriage compartment. I scanned the other compartments for Poirot, but the famous Belgian and his little grey cells were a no show.



Back in the saddle, and past bucolic landscapes that reminded me so much of my dairy farm childhood. I even got all sniffly sentimental at the smell of cow dirt. Galumph and the Tyger just shook their heads and tried not to breathe in too deeply.



Hello, handsome!
(The bike rider is a bit of allright, too!)



See log. Must clamber upon. That appeared to be the Tyger's mantra for the day...



...when she wasn't topping up energy levels with lolly snakes. Very important, apparently.



The dancing grass flowers waved us towards the end, lifting our spirits and giving a boost to tired legs.



I'd ride the trails forever if I could.