Blue tongues in the Hunter Valley

We decided to explore a bit north of Sydney for a change. Mandy suggested the Hunter Valley. I wasn't too keen, I mean it's only a world class wine growing region and cheese producer. Hmmm.

2 and a half hours from Sydney is the Hunter's main town of Cessnock, there wasn't a lot happening there so we went to the info centre and decided that we'd spend the night at the Hunter Valley Resort. Two major boxes were ticked with this decision, firstly the resort is built around the Blue Tongue micro-brewery, home of several tasty beers and alcoholic ginger beer, which is Mandy's choice in lieu of any significant cider production.

We have a few of each and a few games of pool. No need to mention who wins. Then we go eat in the restaurant and spend far too much on wine, and definitely too much on the meal which was average at best.

This produced a nice batch of indigestion for me which didn't help me sleep so I got up early to take a walk and some photos.




We then went for breakfast, or at least we tried to. We sat in the restaurant for fully 10 minutes without anyone acknowledging our existence or giving us some kind of idea what was happening. There were a total of 2 other people in the restaurant, and they had both been served. So, being a pit peeved, in desperate need of sustenance and anti-oxidants we left.

We had spotted an 'Irish Pub' on the way up and thought that would be a sure thing as far as brekkie was concerned, and the signs were good quite literally. 'Brekkie Here' they said with big arrows pointing towards the restaurant. Brekkie was finished, it was half-ten. The barmaid exited the other door and changed the signs before we got out.

Luckily enough though our prayers were answered several times with a massive full cooked breakfast just a bit down the road.

We then trundled down the road along the coast.