Easter is not a sensible time to drive four hours on the A300 from Mt. Buninyong, and then the B110, and today I proved my senselessness.
The traffic into Queenscliffe crawled along for miles before the turnoff, slower than walking pace.
The ferry over to Sorrento was so packed that the movable mezzanine level was lowered, loaded and raised to cram 54 cars above and below
as He was risen and renewed on the third day when the stone was rolled away,
the 5pm sun setting over Geelong was my magical moment of reward,
and what at first looked Godly,
was merely our stratosphere struttin' its' stuff.
Use your Easter Monday to celebrate stirrers of every place and time - not just Christ, J., but Bradley Manning too, and every other provocateur The System tries to quash.