Roadside weed, Woodend

A day of errands, unpacking, shopping, washing, making soup stock and a catch up with a friend squeezed in too.

The hunter and I headed north to Leithfield for dinner with friends of his. I had my blip in mind but could see the sun would set before we reached the spot I had in mind.

Ever obliging the hunter took the first road on the left north of Woodend. Happily roadside weeds with Mt Grey and distant mountains behind provided an alternative blip.