UNIQUE PLACE
AS MICHAEL DHILLON wandered through the staggering vineyards of Bindi, crisp autumn leaves crunched beneath his boots and large quartz rocks tumbled along at the slight tip of his steel-toed, Blundstones. On this blue-skied, autumn day, Michael said: ‘This place is like no other’. It’s easy to understand how, the hills roll with vibrant colours of burnt orange and golfers green with speckles of shimmering white from the quartz and granite. The air is still as you breathe in its freshness and purity whilst you watch kangaroos bounce along the hillside. Whilst standing there, it is easy to forget that the hustle and bustle of Melbourne’s city is less than an hour drive away.
UNIQUE PLACE
AS MICHAEL DHILLON wandered through the staggering vineyards of Bindi, crisp autumn leaves crunched beneath his boots and large quartz rocks tumbled along at the slight tip of his steel-toed, Blundstones. On this blue-skied, autumn day, Michael said: ‘This place is like no other’. It’s easy to understand how, the hills roll with vibrant colours of burnt orange and golfers green with speckles of shimmering white from the quartz and granite. The air is still as you breathe in its freshness and purity whilst you watch kangaroos bounce along the hillside. Whilst standing there, it is easy to forget that the hustle and bustle of Melbourne’s city is less than an hour drive away.