Where it all began

IT has taken almost 10 years, but I'm finally back in Perth where this whole journalism thing started at Murdoch University in 1998.

I'm spending a few days in Fremantle, invited by the Freo City Council, to take in the sights and sounds of the annual Fremantle Street Arts Festival.

I spent a lot of time in Fremantle when a resident of the great state out west, coming here to shop and socialise, so it's great to be back and visit those spots I spent so much time when I was a sociable uni student and rookie journalist.

Freo hasn't changed much in the years since I left and I'm happy to see Fishingboat Harbour, the precinct gentrified by Mr Bond before the Amercia's Cup circus came to town in 1987, is just the same as the last time I ate fish and chips on the wharf outside Kailis.

The fishing boats are still there, Kailis and Cicerellos are still doing big business with neon casting colourful shadows on the water, and the oysters and sardines are just as good as I remember.

There has been one little change since I left, and it has to do with the area's colorful history.

When I lived in Perth Fishingboat Harbour was all about the America's Cup, with plaques set around the enclave recalling where teams and boats were based during the long weeks of fierce sailing competition after Australia II's famous victory four years earlier.

But it seems the locals are embracing a slice of history from a little further back, those long-ago days when the state's newest residents worked on building a seafood industry in this multicultural settlement by the Indian Ocean.

There are a couple of statues standing right beside the water, where the men would carry baskets of fish onto the pier from boats just arrived with the latest catch, and a long wall listing the names of all the workers who spilt blood, sweat and tears building an life in Freo.

The America's Cup is important to this village, but the early years of settlement and the fishing industry are just as important, and it's nice to stand on the wharf reading the names while enjoying a scoop of gelati.

Trip #6 (2012)

AND now, the details from my three-day jaunt to Victoria's north-east corner...

Flights - Two in three days, and with Rex

Kilometres flown - 594km, and I didn't spend more than an hour in the air on either leg...love it!

Total kilometres flown in 2012 - 47,536km

Hotels - The Tuileries (Rutherglen), Villa Gusto (Buckland)

Total hotels in 2012 - 17

Countries visited -Just my home country

Total countries visited in 2012 - Still only three

New countries visited - Still holding on 49

Home for a few days and then off to Gippsland.

A table with a view

I STOPPED for lunch at Feathertop Winery before starting the long journey home, and had a lovely meal while enjoying the sunshine and the view on a perfect King Valley day.

 

@ Villa Gusto

 Villa Gusto, at the foot of Mount Buffalo in Buckland.

High Country hunt

TODAY was all about food, and I spent the day in the King Valley with a gaggle of locals who not only know where to find the best free-range ingredients but how to cook the goodies into wonderful home-style feasts.

Bright chef Patrizia Simone - the matriarch of the Simone family and the force behind Simone's Restaurant - was leading out little party of foodies and we spent the morning foraging for the ingredients she and her chef son Anthony would use to prepare lunch.

We met High Country local Franca Norris in Mrytleford and she took us to a spot beside the Great Alpine Road where we parked our cars and walked into the bush to fossick for the mushrooms that grow below the old pines when the weather turns cold.

The treasure was saffron milk caps, a plump little mushroom the color of orange sherbet, and we walked along a fire trail in the gloom below the dense canopy with our eyes scanning ground that was carpeted by fallen pine needles.

Frana's father is one of the King Valley's top mushroom hunters, and he has passed his skills on to his daughter, and she now spends many hours from autumn to spring walking through the bush collecting baskets of fresh fungi.

Our next stop was at a chestnut farm in Wandiligong, out past Bright, where we got a lesson on another of the High Country's top crops seeing the fruit on the tree and sampling a few dishes prepared once the nuts were harvested and roasted.

Then it was back into Bright for lunch at Simone's restaurant which included pasta with mushrooms and an meringue-like desert made from chestnuts.

Patrizia Simone is about to launch a cooking school, and one of the classes will see students taking part in a similar foraging session to gather ingredients - whatever is freshest at the time of the class - and then receive instruction on how to use the seasonal goodies to make traditional Italian dishes.

And then, afternoon tea

AFTER a day of grazing there was one more stop on the Rutherglen itinerary.

On the way back to town we took a detour to visit Ross and Kay Perry at their historic estate on a dusty hill near town.

The Perrys own Valentines Bakehouse - they have a few bakeries through the north of the state famous for a delicious sour dough bread - and they live in the historic Olive Hills homestead beside the road into town.

The antique homestead is magnificent with worn red bricks, ornate wrought-iron lace crowning the shady veranda, and weathered tin roof, and the grand dwelling seemed to glow in the golden afternoon light that fell across the baked red dirt surrounding the house. 

Grape growing and wine making has also become a passion, and Ross is reviving the neglected vineyard that flanks the long driveway into the property when he's not baking bread at Valentines.

The family is slowly growing this satelite business, welcoming visitors on Saturday and Sunday afternoons to sit under the eucalyptus in the backyard and enjoy the wood-fired pizzas made by Ross while lingering over the property's menu of red and white wines.

The Olive Hills grapes are grown without the assistance of irrigation, with the original vines planted back in 1886, and I commented that I could taste the red dust in the robust durif that's considered to be one of the estate's signature drops.

I don't know if it was the proper thing to tell a proud winemaker, but I said it as a compliment because I could really taste the rustic location in the liquid, and that's something vineyard owners around the world strive for with every vintage.

The Sweet Cycle

I'M away again, this time doing three days in the north of Victoria covering a swathe of the landscape from Rutherglen up near the Murray to Bright at the foot of Mt Buffalo.

I am spending my first day in Rutherglen to see what the region is doing for the inaugural High Country Harvest, a food and wine festival happening at the end of May, and the locals are giving me a sneak peak at The Sweet Cycle.

It's an organised bike ride, set to be done on a lazy Sunday with participants decked out in the best vintage threads as they pedal around the village, and the event will include three grazing experiences at a selection of the region's loveliest locations.

We started with morning tea at Jones Winery on the outskirts of Rutherglen, and it was the chance to warm up with a 2km pedal from the centre of town to the cellar door where we found tables set with vintage cups and saucers and cake plates stacked high with sweet and savour yummies.

After a few more kilometres on the bikes we came to our second spot on the edge of town, where a table had been set under the birch trees beside the old Vidal Cellars for us to sample some of the region's famed fortified wines while enjoying charcuterie plates packed with more local produce.

One of the locals in my little touring group told me the Vidal Cellars were established in the 1800s as Rutherglen's first attempt at protecting the region's brand.

Back then there were dozens of vineyards and wineries producing a range of fortified wines, some good and some not so great, so the locals banded together to build the property as a place where all the grapes would be deposited after harvest and made into quality varieties that would build the town's reputation for the good.

It worked, with Rutherglen becoming one of the country's top spots for making sherry.

The Vidal Cellars fell into disrepair after a few decades of use and is now beautifully decrepit, with a family of sheep employed to keep the grass down, but word has it someone has bought the site and is keen to build a boutique hotel.

Not a bad place to stop for lunch, and our tasting plates were packed with local meats, pate, olives, a host of other savoury treats.

There was a marathon pedal to the next location - well, it was 7km - following the section of the Mountains to Murray Rail Trail that winds past the paddocks between Rutherglen and the hamlet of Wahgunyah where the All Saints Winery which is the last stop on The Sweet Cycle.

We were met by winery staffer with a cold drink and then given a guided tour of the historic vineyard and winery before settling in the cellar door to taste some of All Saint's famed fortifieds, including a sherry and a muscat that have both been aging in barrels for a handful of decades.  

All Saints was established in 1864, making it one of the country's oldest wineries, and today the estate's buildings are surrounded by vines planted 85 years ago in the sandy-loam soils just south of the Murray.

Trip #5 (2012)

THE stats from my three-day expedition to Victoria's Yarra Valley...

Flights - None, which isn't a bad thing

Kilometres flown -None, like I say, not a bad thing

Total kilometres flown in 2012 - 46,942km

Hotels - Serenity House (Healesville), Saladin Lodge (Narbethong)

Total hotels in 2012 - 15

Countries visited - Home

Total countries visited in 2012 - Still only three

New countries visited - Still holding on 49 

Next I have two more local trips lined up, Rutherglen next week and then a quick dash to Gippsland.

Black Saturday ghosts

I MADE a quick dash to the top of Lake Mountain this afternoon to have a close look at the alpine resort's new day lodge and talk to a staffer about activities on offer during the "Green Season" and once the white stuff starts falling in a few months.

Lake Mountain was another popular recreation spot damaged on Black Saturday, and I was told about a cook who hid from the fire as it swept across the summit after racing up the side of the peak.

The snow gums and mountain ash trees that carpet the side of Lake Mountain were destroyed that day, and today the bare branches stood naked against an overcast sky like lonely ghosts.