Gerda, herself, and meself went to lunch to-day.
In Sassafras. Gerda lives in Sassafras and we live down the mountain in Upper Gully. We went to
Ripe.
Ripe is in the main street of
Sassafras. But you have to know where it is because it is not signed. It is deliberately not signed. If you don't know where it is you may well get lost. Plenty of us do the first time.
It is kept a secret.
Miss Marples - just a couple of doors up- is a tourist mecca, and justly so, where you often have to wait to be seated. Ripe doesn't want to be like that. You stumble on it, or a local lets you in on the secret, and then you feel you have discovered something very special - which you have. We had a wonderful meal complete with
Yarra Valley wine - and star gazing.
Russell Morris was on the terrace at the front,
Sue Ann Post - who had popped over from
Monbulk - on the terrace out the back.
Sue Ann would like us to buy her book - so we have pictured it.
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