From the Travel Log Destination: Mornington Peninsula. I had heard about the wineries in this region, the cheese and the wine. Did I say that already? Wine. There I go again. I had never been to a winery, have drank plenty of wine, but had never had the experience of wine tasting, the whole sniff, swirl, taste and spit process would be a first. Needless to say, I was excited. Needless to say, there would not be very much spitting…if any. I would be staying with my cousin and her partner at their home in Blairgowrie for a few days and I could hardly contain myself. Like a child in the back seat, ”Are we there yet? Are we there yet?” Finally, we arrive. Outside of the car a light breeze carries a salty signature that I am familiar with. The ocean?? I cannot see it, or even hear it, however I feel it’s presence. Don’t ask me why, I was never very good at geography, however, for some reason I never associated the Mornington Peninsula with the ocean. Slap me…
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