Wednesday drive past freeway turnoffs, blue hills. The gorgeous town surrounded by gorges. We're driven to the madhouse, but their ghost tour is closed. Endless wait in tearooms while staff go for more pikelet mixture. July light dignifies golden granite buildings. Every flowering tree is represented in jars at the honey shop. Time for the bookshop when the girls find the clothes shops. Wine cellar closed Wednesdays. The historic church is all in order: ten minutes silence. Pies at the bakery. Like kids in the lolly shop, all of us. 'Old Goal' where felons did dwell, and do. Home again.