When the opportunity to spend a weekend in Ballarat came up, I jumped at it.
Which was odd, considering the only two things I knew about Ballarat was people once panned for gold there (or maybe they still did?) and that I’d been saying, ‘Ballarat, actually’ ever since the mid-90s when that popular lamb ad had made the town part of the Aussie vernacular.
So as you can tell, I was definitely taking this travel gig seriously.
We headed out of Sydney on a stormy Thursday evening expecting much the same weather in Melbourne.
We were pleasantly surprised to arrive to no rain and (almost) balmy weather.
After checking that we had indeed landed in Melbourne, we wrangled our tired toddler into her stroller to pick up the hire car and drive the 115 km journey down (up? Across?) to Ballarat.
Arriving at our stunning accommodation (more on that below) we were pleasantly surprised that our hosts had kindly put together a welcome hamper that included a delicious bottle of Pinot Noir.
Exactly what you need after a plane and car journey with a two-year-old, even a mostly well behaved one.
I can’t recommend Ballarat highly enough, if even for the people alone. It’s so refreshing to leave the city behind to come to a friendly town where the locals are more than happy to have a chat and share some local history.