A ‘correspondent’ writes: I returned from yesterday’s foray with these two. This afternoon my daughter was alarmed at what she saw as injuries to my right arm, what to me were just scratches, or badges of pride. Swinging my machete, the blasted ‘lawyer’ or ‘wait a while’ vine (so named ‘cause it won’t let go!) cut like a wire saw into my arm, but I needed to get through it and the dreadful prostrate shrubbery underlying it, and I did.
I also brought back this interesting potsherd. I imagine it forms a relic of the crockery supplied (by the C19th Government) at one of the Upper YarraTrack wayside huts. On a future visit I will try to find some more to confirm this’: