It was hot and humid when I left Lascelles this morning but I couldn’t go before admiring their painted Silos on the Silo Art Trail.

At first glance I was disappointed as they seemed to fading into the concrete of the silos, but the more I looked at them the more pleasing I found them. Two ordinary people, the kind of people you find everywhere throughout this country, not fading at all but being at one with their surroundings.

The landscape today was one of never ending fields and even though my GPS tried to lead me astray by placing Patchewollock 20kms closer than it was, I finally made it to the last stop on my journey along Victoria’s Silo Art Trail – well, for the north western part of the state at least.

I’m sure he’s looking for rain – and he won’t have long to wait as by the time I had travelled about another 50kms the heavens opened and down it came!

What a relief!