If you go down to the woods today: fantastical Victorian art

Now I don’t know about Fran, but Bruce’s intentions for heading into the Yarra Ranges did not encompass hunting down Gallic-sounding woodland artists who do a certain je ne sais quoi to women of a certain age

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Yarra Valley: wine, walks and wood fires

Sadly, expecting Bruce or Fran to hold off the booze for a day’s wine-tasting is like expecting Hillary Clinton to stop being a poisonous, lying cow – you can’t teach these old dogs new tricks

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Goats, graffiti, good times

Yet resist they do…

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Covering one’s tracks: Melbourne’s graffiti

Among the random swear words, insults and tags, one word holds sway. That word is “Boobz”. Credit where it’s due, the artist responsible has at least gone to the trouble of putting dots inside both of the O’s, making them look a little bit like, you’ve guessed it, boobs.

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